Our house, though, would kill you. LOTS of cats.
Yes, I know and I so want to meet you and eat your delicious food.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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!
Our house, though, would kill you. LOTS of cats.
Yes, I know and I so want to meet you and eat your delicious food.
The party, weather permitting, would be outdoors; we have an outdoor entertaining area that handles 40 people easily.
No, sir, she did not. I initiated that;
I love how proud deb is to step up to this plate.
The party, weather permitting, would be outdoors; we have an outdoor entertaining area that handles 40 people easily.
Well I may just have to consider a side trip then. Maybe if I can ride up with one of the LAistas.
Okay, deb, kicked it off. I'd been drinking. I just knew that I didn't kick it off.
ND, see the usefulness of a stone cold sober person, documenting just who it was who got the lovely lady to nuzzle you between her breasts?
ND, see the usefulness of a stone cold sober person, documenting just who it was who got the lovely lady to nuzzle you between her breasts?
My breasts really ought to have some protective glass in front of them, bullet proof, with a big "DO NOT TOUCH ON PENALTY OF DEATH" sign.
My boyfriend's kinda possessive.
Heh. Kiba, I'm envisioning your boyfriend stamping his feet and screaming "MY TOYS! MINE!"
My breasts really ought to have some protective glass in front of them, bullet proof, with a big "DO NOT TOUCH ON PENALTY OF DEATH" sign.
Well, okay then, I'll look at them through the glass.
Wow, that looks like the luckiest medal in the world.
It used to be I wanted to be Kaylee's strawberry. Now I kinda want to be Kiba's medal.