and I have no idea why.
But could you be Tuesday? I always forget how to spell Wednesday.
Way to pereptrate what is possibly the biggest hijack I have seen to date- I’m really impressed and you just rode another notch in my esteem book
regarding the idea of switching it from g and m to g and w, I thinnk I like you
I think I really, really do.
Think of the children we’ll have.
I’m geting positively misty.
You absolute dear.
::weepy sniff::
Okay, I’m SO sorry to have hijacked this thread. I tend to get off on rambling tangents in conversations too. Imagine how frustrating this must be for my co-workers.
Boss: How’s that paper coming?
Me: Did you ever notice how everyone’s phone rings with a different sound?
Besides, while I feel sort of bad about changing the topic squishy farts and carpet fucking were hardly things that were condusive to staying directly ON topic.
Therefore, I feel I must inform you that you may NOT call me Tuesday. Here’s the deal:
Monday’s child is full of grace,
Tuesday’s child is fair of face,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child is something that rhymes with woe…
It has to do with a nursery rhyme regarding the day on which a child is born. Wednesday Addams got her name thusly. I was also born on a Wednesday and therefore we’re like…soul sisters, dammit.
Now…back to your regularly scheduled conversation about shitting your undies and shagging the shag.
-L
P.S. When are we having the ceremony?
hmmmmhmmmhummmhhuummmmhhmmmmmm
:inor, humming and putting Sexy down in his book of people he likes and would lick::
hmmmhummmhmmmhmmm
Well, I don’t care when, but I really do think we need to get busy planning the other details, like what we’re not going to wear.
That sort of thing.
>>>>>>Sexy<<<<<<<
(Knifey hug- my first act of love. way sniff)
I don’t know what I’m wearing, but might I suggest a pair of Depends for you?
Hugging you back, avoiding the farty part.
-L
Whadda 'bout MEEEEEE! All the smoochin, the bathroom, the censor… sniff I leave for one day…
sob
Poo on both of you!
runs away
Isn’t that what started this whole thing?
-L
Thissa big house, with room for all our pets, animals, and the dogs.
You been here long enough, you oughtta know.
Now, c’mere…
Sexy
well, yeah, till you got into it, you horndog.
yer so dirty. I’m not sure I’m going to rub all my parts on you during tht part of the ceremony…
(3 groping mice, 3 groping mice…)
runs back
Otay!
smooch
eyes SexyWriter a bit, realizes she’s a fellow jewish chick, and gives her a hug and a bowl of my mom’s home made cabbage borsht.
oksy, gives inie some borsht too!
**THERE IT IS, THER’S THE LOVE, THERE’S WHAT I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR GROUP SQUISH PEOPLE…
(hey, it’s all kosher…)
forked tongue…
Yippeeeee! Borscht!