You know you’re my best friend in the whole world, right? (As long as “the whole world” refers to SDMB.) I wanna meet you like … er… like a shark wants to eat a human. You know you’re WAY UP on my list, right? Right?
[And that list is the FDIWB. I’ll keep the definition of THAT acronym a lil secret…]
True Pisces,
You leave my friend Falcon alone! She’s charming, witty, and intelligent! [dan is awarded 1,000 brownie points.]
Tequila my dear! Thanks. Thanks for the invite and the compliment! You are hereby awarded a kiss on each nipple.
The ones of me or the ones of Falcon? BTW, I rushed home and checked my closets and under the bed and…well, nothing. No special friends waiting for me. You really need to get that Closet of Thought fixed.
Fine be that way. Although you could always join us for lunch every other Friday (including tomorrow Mar. 30) at noon at the White House exit of McPherson Square. We do lunch for an hour in a public place. Usually a place that has both vegetarian and non-vegetarian fare, non-alcoholic (since most of us have to go back to work). Only thing that doesn’t meet your criteria is both males and females attend.
Darling dear friend of mine, you need to read what I wrote again if you think I was picking on her, I was complimenting her! Now go get your eyes examined before you read your next post!
Ok, so you’re right. You were being nice. I was being obtuse!
Here’s my Falcon Report:
I didn’t tell her, but I had some problems finding her place. Who would have thought there were so many apartments with the same letter? Hope that old lady taking a shower with what looked like a drunk Pomeranian wasn’t too upset. I think I disturbed “Happy Time.”
Anyway, I made it with time to spare. One look at the Dick Tracy watch on my wrist tells me… Nothing. It cannot speak.
So we went to lunch. I found Falcon to be an utter delight! I hope she didn’t mind me picking my teeth with that lady’s nail file. Even if she is still using it, I think it’s something Miss Manners surely would have approved of. I’ll have to write her.
The meal was yummy. Was it wrong for me to put my elbows on the table? Maybe not. What about my ankles? They seemed so comfortable. The waitress didn’t mind, either. Hubba, hubba! But I digress.
So FINALLY I meet one of you Doper persons. I’ll be damned; not only are you real and not the robots I thought you to be, you’re also wonderful, warm, charming people, if my new best friend Falcon is any indication!
We laughed, we cried, we danced the rumba naked while playing chess with our toes… It was pure heaven, and I shall never forget it. To make sure, I had ninja cameramen secretly videotape the whole thing. I’ll bring it to the next DopeFest I go to. Which’ll be the first.
And yeah, you earned some brownie points. You know, you get a prize at every 1000… smooch
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