I got a smooch from Super Porny Pants! I am so much specialer than you.
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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 got a smooch from Super Porny Pants! I am so much specialer than you.
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Next time Nilly visits, she has to come to Seattle. IJS. Maybe I can find out what academic associations she's a part of, and start lobbying them to have their next annual meeting here.
P-C, you made me blush. Thanks for the compliments!
This made me laugh, though:
And one thing no one's mentioned is her voice, which is not one you'd usually expect from a teeny little blonde woman. It's a tad low, and the only word I can think to describe it is mature. She both looks and sounds mature.
And by mature, he means porn.
Well it kinda sounds like it, doesn't it?
Well it kinda sounds like it, doesn't it?
You're full of porn, I'm sure.
I wasn't very clear. I meant "it kind of sounds like that's what he meant", not that I think my voice sounds like porn. Which it may, normally; I don't know. In either case, it didn't offend me or anything--I am amused! Obviously I know that's not what he really meant.
At the moment with the laryngitis, I sound a bit like Carol Channing.
Disturbing, and porny only to those with a Hello Dolly fetish.
I am sad that the Nilly is gone. But I am glad that she came.
I love a man who will strip on command.
You must love a lot of men. I don't think I've ever met one who wouldn't.
Oh! I totally forgot the other cool thing we found at the museum -- pigeon-guided missiles! Skinner actually got funding to develope them. He trained pigeons to peck at certain parts of maps, and then these were designed with three pigeons inside, with little harnesses attached to the pigeons' heads, and there were wires that would measure where the pigeons were pecking and guide the missile based on that. Eventually, the army cut off funding, because they decided it was impractical.
Darn! They could have called them the BCPMs. Behavorant-conditioned Pigeon Missiles. What the world will never know, alas.