sigh Well, I suppose I’ll sit in the corner with this jar of honey and wait for Southern to return…
::Looks around, notices hot babe with jar of honey. Thinks to himself ‘Honey and Chocolate, that’s a treat!’
Oh, Falcon, care to join me for a dip?
"You got your chocolate on my boobs!
You got your peanut butter on my crotch!
Two great tastes, taste great together…"
Why trade! I’d love to! Now let’s see…where should I drizzle this honey…
purplebear – Unless you’re directly related to Barney, I just can’t imagine a purplebear getting herself into trouble. Besides, there are lots of us around here that will be glad to get you into trouble. Preferably in the non-replicating sense. 
Falcon – talk about a fickle tart! (Which is considerably different from a ticket fart.) I step out to take care of some “nuptial responsibilites” and I get brushed aside for tradesilicon. (And he wonders why I didn’t tell him that the party was in full swing. ;))
I guess it’s me and the purple one tonight. Now where did I put that Wesson oil?
I’m not much on cherries,
But I’m sure hog about the box they come in!
Well, since trade abandoned me…I still have this honey. Care to show me what you’d do with it?
Oh, I get it.
First I’m dumped for the silicon one. It’s only when he dumps you that the honey jar comes back home.
This is gonna be complicated.
::tries to enter it all into his calculator::
::realizes he needs a keypad with letters::
::says to heck with it and reaches for the graham crackers::
sigh…
smiles sweetly You know I loves ya, SS! Now let’s see…oops. I think I dropped some honey on myself…