Here to add to the begging and pleading...I miss you sweets.
And just in case she doesn't come back to us, the rest of you should know how wonderful she is to have here...so stroke her just right and make sure she sticks around. You'll be sorry if you don't.
You'll wake the she-bear. She's cranky and she's hiburnating it off. She'll be in touch with you ladies as soon as she's worth talking to.
Thanks for making me smile. Stop by Rick's Rooftop and tell Turk the bartender to serve you some frothy beverages and put them on my tab. (You can't miss him; he looks like Yul Brenner and works without a shirt; female patrons are asked to take turns oiling his pecs).
No cheering up needed, just some calming down. Actually, just a ploy to bring new victims - participants, I mean; did I say victims? - new participants to the SRP.
In case the goose and the naked chick are still lurking, here's a link to the best bar in Casablanca. The first drink is free and after that most of us just run a tab:
Edited to add: AriO, what a fabulous AV. It makes me believe there's a sanddune with no sandflies somewhere, and that we can all frolic there, buckass nekkid, without getting all rash-y later.