Sunspace: Oh, I love calamari! Is it grilled, with herbs and lemon juice? …Wait. That thing’s not… alive, is it? The tentacles–they’re–ackgrbklasduiogsdgf! slurrrp
Ponder: :o kiss! Well, hey, when you’re the goddess of love…
Iceland Blue: hands over the Baphomet-goat-thing You can have him, trust me!
Shibb: No felching? What in Og’s name were you there for? (What are the “singing dogs”?)
Declan: Barrie! Barrie’s the best, mate. (Lots of… um… well… er…) Come down for the next TrannaDope, eh?
mcott: My subscriber! bow, grovel, worship A cat with neon blue front claws? Now that’s a story you’ve got to tell…
AngelicGemma: Hey, I just heard there were goats involved, don’t blame me!
Kythereia, who adores you all
:: blush ::
Why, thank you! So… uh… how you doin’?
[sub]Besides, ask twickster, the calamari’s only part of the SDMB formalities; in real life, I don’t even like it, ever since I got some stuck up my nose after going to that Thai restaurant on Castro Stre–um, never mind…[/sub]
Well, that’s what happens when something in the food disagrees with you and you have to ask your friend to stop the car real quick halfway up Twin Peaks 'cause you’re gonna hurl. And it was such good food too. That’s what I don’t understand…
I don’t understand that, iampunha. But then my memory of the events is somewhat… uncertain. For instance, I’m not sure whether all of those police sirens were in my mind.