Oh, yes.
Who's bringing the lojack for Lee?
I, for one, wasn't looking forward to starting my day with a slaughter. Which, really, just goes to show how much I've grown
Anya ,'Sleeper'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Steph L. - May 08, 2004 2:26:18 pm PDT #1643 of 9999
I look more rad than Lutheranism
brenda m - May 08, 2004 2:27:18 pm PDT #1644 of 9999
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I can pretty much guarantee I'll be having my two drinks. Plus Deb's. And possibly billytea's extra. After that we'll see.
NoiseDesign - May 08, 2004 2:27:32 pm PDT #1645 of 9999
Our wings are not tired
Who's bringing the lojack for Lee?
snerk!
amych - May 08, 2004 2:29:12 pm PDT #1646 of 9999
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I love seeing how thoughtful and generous Buffistas are....
NoiseDesign - May 08, 2004 2:33:57 pm PDT #1647 of 9999
Our wings are not tired
I love that fact that we're two weeks away from the big bash and we're already calling dibs on drinks.
I have SO found my tribe.
bicyclops - May 08, 2004 2:40:49 pm PDT #1648 of 9999
Head count: I think Sue is out and Kiba is still iffy.
Volans - May 08, 2004 2:54:35 pm PDT #1649 of 9999
move out and draw fire
I only drink alone, and then only the cheap stuff, but I'll buy a couple drinks. Go Team Enabler!
Lee - May 08, 2004 3:50:19 pm PDT #1650 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Who's bringing the lojack for Lee?
Oh sure, NOW you think of that.
DavidS - May 08, 2004 4:08:23 pm PDT #1651 of 9999
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Who's bringing the lojack for Lee?
Bwah!
We can go low tech with a collar and leash.
Lee - May 08, 2004 4:09:22 pm PDT #1652 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Um, no.
Not a dog, thank you very much.