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Green it is. Pretty good colour on me. Good idea about the boots. They'll be like Wonder woman's plane--which means that most of the free world won't believe they are there and will just think I wanted my feet naked. Either that or my super hero allowance was cut back again by the governement.



And what exactly are you doing in the corner?

Must be sumthin' good. Her size is still out, and I don't think she even feels a draft. Or maybe she does. She's scandalous that way. ;)
 
Must be sumthin' good. Her size is still out, and I don't think she even feels a draft. Or maybe she does. She's scandalous that way. ;)

Sassy!


Did you just say that BJ is daft?!!


'Member we only say that to her when she's REALLY drunk. She hasn't had nearly enough right now.
 
Thank God that didn't show up following or preceding my name.

I mean, this size thing only goes up to 7. What's that about?

Font size envy. They try to keep that to a minimum around here. ;)
Levels the playing field, y'know?
 
Sassy!


Did you just say that BJ is daft?!!


'Member we only say that to her when she's REALLY drunk. She hasn't had nearly enough right now.

Instigator! :D

Bj, don't believe a word. You're not daft. Just shamelessly brazen.
 
I think Ms. A. means Bell number, but I frankly don't see how you work that into a poem. Especially one where "fellatio" is involved.

I could be wrong, though. Bell numbers are all about moving things about, so to speak.

I could have meant bell curve and curve works in an erotic poem, but alas it doesn't rhyme...
 
I think Ms. A. means Bell number, but I frankly don't see how you work that into a poem. Especially one where "fellatio" is involved.

I could be wrong, though. Bell numbers are all about moving things about, so to speak.

Don't be introducing math when we're all drunk. I've only got twenty fingers, and I can't figure that system out on any of 'em.
 
Sassy!


Did you just say that BJ is daft?!!


'Member we only say that to her when she's REALLY drunk. She hasn't had nearly enough right now.

are you kidding? I'm fallin' off my chair, here.

you have the cutest canadian accent. Daft, indeed.

Instigator! :D

Bj, don't believe a word. You're not daft. Just shamelessly brazen.

You're trying to get me in trouble with the sig line again, being all quotable like that. If my size is still showing, then I don't know what to do, cause it all looks like the small print from my screen, so, well... Cause I was trying to put this thing in, and then it said something about characters, and I thought it was talking about Sara, but apparently it meant something else, so I tried to edit and stuff, but then it went weird.

Is it fixed yet?

bj
 
are you kidding? I'm fallin' off my chair, here.

you have the cutest canadian accent. Daft, indeed.
j

It could not have been talking to me because I am not just one character but several and I never have a difficult time putting anything in.


I so do not have an accent. *nose in the air*


*places pillows around BJ's chair*


Now we know where the daft-ness came from, Sassy. She falls off chairs.
 
It could not have been talking to me because I am not just one character but several and I never have a difficult time putting anything in.


I so do not have an accent. *nose in the air*


*places pillows around BJ's chair*


Now we know where the daft-ness came from, Sassy. She falls off chairs.
Oh, my.

A room full of intoxicated, intoxicating women. Perhaps I have died and forgotten all about it. Or just not noticed. I miss things sometimes.

Well, if this is Heaven, let me just dial up a little Radiohead and pick the lock on the fridge where the Cristal is hiding. I'm sure our Supreme Being keeps it at just the right temperature.

Do we have grapes? I like grapes.

And a good seat for the mud wrestling later.
 
It could not have been talking to me because I am not just one character but several and I never have a difficult time putting anything in.


I so do not have an accent. *nose in the air*


*places pillows around BJ's chair*


Now we know where the daft-ness came from, Sassy. She falls off chairs.

*defensively* It's tall. It's a bar stool. A WORK stool. For the bead counter. Rickety. No back. Y'know.

I hardly ever fall off regular chairs.

But thanks for the pillows.

*lands safely*

C'mere.

bj
 
Oh, my.

A room full of intoxicated, intoxicating women. Perhaps I have died and forgotten all about it. Or just not noticed. I miss things sometimes.

Well, if this is Heaven, let me just dial up a little Radiohead and pick the lock on the fridge where the Cristal is hiding. I'm sure our Supreme Being keeps it at just the right temperature.

Do we have grapes? I like grapes.

And a good seat for the mud wrestling later.


Silly, T. It's jello wrestling. You cant lick mud.


And I am not intoxicated. Just insane.
 
Well, like F ratio (what I was originally thinking of), or f-ratio (which came up on Wikipedia's disambiguation page), or Horatio (I guess you can take your pick), or, slant rhyme, insatiable (who is this guy?).


I am thinking I need to change my avvie again. No, not him. Worse.

Worse? What could be worse? Between you and d-maas I feel like I should go out and buy a box of Dutch Masters cigars.

Fellatio and insatiable have assonance. I like Horatio, "Alas poor Yorick. He didn't get a blow job." (Cause um he's dead.) But that doesn't rhyme either.
 
Oh, my.

A room full of intoxicated, intoxicating women. Perhaps I have died and forgotten all about it. Or just not noticed. I miss things sometimes.

Well, if this is Heaven, let me just dial up a little Radiohead and pick the lock on the fridge where the Cristal is hiding. I'm sure our Supreme Being keeps it at just the right temperature.

Do we have grapes? I like grapes.

And a good seat for the mud wrestling later.

Nope. You're quite lively, from what I can see. Despite Goethe.

Grapes indeed, and some dill havarti and brie. A loaf of bread, etc.

And mud? I dunno. It's kinda... gritty.

I'm thinkin' we have this perfume blend at the shop called "Red Stiletto Heels" that would be nice in a massage oil. Bout a gallon of it, maybe.

We called it that because we thought "Knock me down and fuck me Oil" would bee a little over the top. But that was the working title.

bj
 
are you kidding? I'm fallin' off my chair, here.

you have the cutest canadian accent. Daft, indeed.



You're trying to get me in trouble with the sig line again, being all quotable like that. If my size is still showing, then I don't know what to do, cause it all looks like the small print from my screen, so, well... Cause I was trying to put this thing in, and then it said something about characters, and I thought it was talking about Sara, but apparently it meant something else, so I tried to edit and stuff, but then it went weird.

Is it fixed yet?

bj

Nope. Your ass is still in the air, exposed for all to see. :D
The only thing I can think of, is to put: [/size] immediately after the quote. You may have erased it when you were adding another quote.
If that doesn't do it, you may have to remain ass out, pun thoroughly intended.

ETA: You have a scent called Red Stiletto Heels? Yes....I want that, by the barrel.
 
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Nope. Your ass is still in the air, exposed for all to see. :D
The only thing I can think of, is to put: [/size] immediately after the quote. You may have erased it when you were adding another quote.
If that doesn't do it, you may have to remain ass out, pun thoroughly intended.

o THAT! I see it now. Okay. All good. I'm fine, really. Just fine. Sober and well-rested.

The corner was interesting. But I was just reading a story. All by myself and everything.

Angeline:
Worse? What could be worse? Between you and d-maas I feel like I should go out and buy a box of Dutch Masters cigars.

Fellatio and insatiable have assonance. I like Horatio, "Alas poor Yorick. He didn't get a blow job." (Cause um he's dead.) But that doesn't rhyme either.

*falls off chair again*

Lawlz!

Okay, I believe you aren't sober now.



bj
 
Worse? What could be worse? Between you and d-maas I feel like I should go out and buy a box of Dutch Masters cigars.
I'm working on it.

I, um, don't smoke. Especially that. Or those.
Fellatio and insatiable have assonance. I like Horatio, "Alas poor Yorick. He didn't get a blow job." (Cause um he's dead.) But that doesn't rhyme either.
No, no, no. He absented from felicity a while. :rolleyes:
 
I'm working on it.

I, um, don't smoke. Especially that. Or those.
No, no, no. He absented from felicity a while. :rolleyes:

Neither do I though I had an old Dutch Master box I kept my Barbie clothes in, so I remember looking at the lid a lot.
 
Neither do I though I had an old Dutch Master box I kept my Barbie clothes in, so I remember looking at the lid a lot.
OK. Av changed. You tell me if worse.

I'm hoping for worse than wildest dreams, but a simple shriek would suffice.
 
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