DAMN! I’m really sorry I missed the Friday festivities–as y’all may recall, Sua and I were having our own adventure, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting. Saturday was a hell of a lot of fun, though. Memories I’ll treasure forever… ::sigh::
I don’t blame you, Superdude, I want to do myself too.
Okay, okay, you’ve officially made my Harem Boy List.
As for things I want to do:
Be in a rock band.
Play mandolin like a bluegrass master.
Get my poetry published.
Pose for some fun (not nude) pictures for an amateur photographer.
Do a college research paper in Crayola crayon. Preferably cerulean. Or neon yellow.
Dye my hair black with bright red tips.
Get a pair of cats-eye glasses with rhinestones.
I wanna…[ul][]go SCUBA diving this year[]tell my company that 50% travel != 10 months straight and counting and I had better start seeing some compensation, or else…[](on a related note) go home and be able to actually live in my apartment with all my stuff[]be able to sleep through the night, breathing the whole time[]make a trip to Europe to visit my relatives and then go touring[]go to sleep every night and wake up every morning next to the love of my life…tell me if you see her, would’ja?[/ul]
Nope, BunnyGirl, I’d win this one. For a couple of reasons. One, I’ve had my ass kicked a few times before [sub]you can tell.[/sub] Therefore, I’ve learned how to take a punch. Also, I believe in fighting dirty. Plus, I fight like I sing and dance, so he’d be too busy laughing to make it fair.
Ahhhh, but you’ve got to remember, I know your plans, SD: take the hit and call a lawyer. Yes, I’m on to you, my caped comic, dare-devil though you might claim to be
dl, well now, I like the way you think, the spring in your step, the cut of your cloth, if you will. Yes, yes, I think you should see about making it to one of the October Dopefests and we can work on a trial run, at least the going to bed part
I don’t know, thinkie. You might have to prove yourself worthy here before I do anything. And I think SD just might have me rolling on the floor if he does a singing/dancing routine. Oh, and he said he fights dirty. Just how dirty? I want to know.
Would a massage help? How about a nice homecooked Italian meal?
He doesn’t bathe for days. It’s sickening, really.
Oh, you meant his style of fighting was dirty, well, it might be a little funny (a very little), but I don’t knw that I’d call it dirty.
A massage might help. I do have a knot in my back. And maybe if you take care of my sick body. Allergies have kicked me in the head yet again. So I might not be the prize pixie you want. Bleagh.