Do you like my new outfit?
I’m sure it will ride up with wear.
Happy birthday, you.
gives Ender a big hug and then a birthday shot of preferred licquor
Happy Birthday! Nice new name. Can we have a party?
Kitty
well sure thing. This whole thread party thing is kinda new to me so you’ll all have to bear with me. I didn’t even bring any monkey butlers. But if we’re popping champagne, I wanna give a toast to Tubadiva for buying me this new wardrobe.
Hmm… I would have liked to see while you were changing…
See what happens when you blink??? Damn…
Happy B-Day : )
…SR xoxo
Can I be the first to quote Popeye
“I yam what I yam”
Happy Birthday Ender
Hey, do you know the poster named after Speaker for the Dead? You two are kinda the same person.
Love the new outfit, it looks perfect on you.
Happy Birthday, Ender!
Happy Birthday fellow Capricornian! It’s my birthday in 3 days…hint hint
Blackclaw,
At this point in Ender’s life, I would be travelling around at close to the speed of light as I hop from world to world over the course of 3000 years. Sounds like a lot more fun than I’m having right now. Compiling reports for clients is fun! But anyway I’m the young Ender and he’s the old Speaker (despite the fact that in real life it’s the opposite. Blows the mind, huh?)
Silly Rabbit,
Speaking of blowing the mind (which I don’t think I actually spoke when it’s in parentheses (and I certainly didn’t speak because I wrote it (and I said blow…heh (I will defeat the world record for number of parentheses inside each other (what is that record anyway?))))), if you had actually seen me changing, it would have been a billion disjointed electrons all in free form and floating about the internet (most wandering through the porn sites). Anyway, not too erotic. But the kisses are appreciated.
Broken Doll,
I’ll give you a gift if you give me one…
What kind of gift?
Well, I was thinking a nice Hawaiian cruise together. We rush away from the sleet and snow, hop a jet to California, and set sail as the sun rises. We’ll lie together on the deck as I slowly rub coconut oil across your soon to be suntanned back. You’ll hear the waves lap across the stern and feel the cool ocean breeze with just a hint of moisture as it flows through your hair.
At night we’ll dance slowly together, eye to eye, cheek to cheek. As we twirl around you’ll be the envy of the ballroom as all see your graceful movements and supple body flow through the hall.
I’ll take you on a walk around the edge of the ship. With the cool night’s air tingling against your skin, I’ll offer you a blanket to warm your body and a single red rose to warm your heart.
The next day, we do it all over again.
Or I can get you a fruitcake and some argyle socks.
Good for you.
I thought this was going to be a thread about Edie Brickell and the new Bohemians.
Not that I would have anything to say if it was.
Carry on.
…I’ll take the socks!
Bah! Whatsamatter? Don’t like fruitcake?
mouthbreather, not exactly, but I can sing Bohemian Rhapsody if that will make you feel better.