I'm expecting I'll have to take Sunday a little easier.
Deena can stay at home and poke Sean. Sure, it's no wine country tour, but it's something.
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!
I'm expecting I'll have to take Sunday a little easier.
Deena can stay at home and poke Sean. Sure, it's no wine country tour, but it's something.
I shared my bulimia and was sent a box of barf bags.
What's your issue?
Now that you mention it, I have a phobia about... um... let's say flat-screen televisions. Yeah, that's it. Flat-screen TVs.
t looks around hopefully
I'm so glad I shared my sleep disorder with my caring and understanding friends...
You have met us, right?
Shared it? Half the people here already knew. t looks at thread title
Hey, now -- I suggested the helper monkey out of pure goodhearted caring for Sean's health. If he stopped breathing for long enough, badness would ensue. The monkey would prevent badness by poking Sean to roll over or wake up if he stopped breathing for too long.
Man. I bet Mother Theresa's suggestions weren't met with derision....
Hee!
Man. I bet Mother Theresa's suggestions weren't met with derision....
How often did Mother Theresa recommend helper monkeys?
Who poke people with sticks, no less.
How often did Mother Theresa recommend helper monkeys?
Oh, all the time! Can't do housework because of leprosy-related missing limbs? Helper monkey! Can't remember to take your malaria medication? Helper monkey! Members of higher castes than your own sneer at you? Helper monkey = guaranteed poop-flinger.
Sadly I've never shared a bed with any Buffistas.
I have slept in the same bed as Sean---in Anne W's nerd hole.