Christ! I thought that was all just an odd dream… you mean that stuff really happened!
And did anyone else wake up Sunday morning with a fresh tattoo?
Well, it wasn’t a tattoo, exactly. At least if you found the same thing I did. Did you also find some books of transfers from the night buses?
…Uh, the rumours about me and all those drunken orgies are completely false. Honest. cough
Do you remember a plate of spaghetti?
Does anyone remember a plate of spaghetti?
No, but is this yours? holds out pile of clothing
Whaa…?
:: looks hastily around ::
:: sidles over ::
:: hurriedly takes clothing, hides it behind back ::
Um, yeah.
Maybe.
:: glances around as if expecting a plate of spaghetti to enter the room, airborne ::
For the record: I did NOT take part in any drunken orgies. During that time my whereabouts can be accounted for.
I was mooning Queen’s Park.
Alright, Kid, we’re Dope Festing in Michigan Saturday, January 15. If you can make it to the Detroit side, you’ve got a ride if you want it. I’m hoping there can be carpool action w/ other Dopers.
That is, unless it turns into a DetroitDope… :eek:
Oy. I completely forgot to come. And I was even in Toronto, wandering around like a lost puppy because my futon-provider had to work both afternoons that I was there.
At least now I understand the striped pink boxers lining Bloor St. Nice work, guys.