So, I have a couple minutes free today.
Yeah, I know I said I wouldn't be back until September, but I miss everyone.
So how is everyone feeling?
Please keep your answers brief.
Bert: I met a girl with a super weird made-up-sounding name the other day and I immediately thought of you. (Oh, and you too, Pistols - but for different reasons) Look for that post in couple weeks....
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I am feeling impending busy-ness. And not the good, "getting busy" kind. I can't believe I'm going to sell my soul tomorrow, and have to borrow money for the pleasure of doing so!
I need a better agent.
........YOU HAVE A SOUL PISTOLS????
Or did you mean "sole". Are you selling a fish?
agent provocateur
I'm busy, too, but yet I find time to stop here at a Kinkos in order to stay close to you, all my boon companions.
How easy would it be to get someone committed if you had full access to everything -EVERYTHING- that person had said online, from emails, to surveys, to blog posts/comments, etc.?
Kat, I can hardly wait for that post! In fact, I may not be able to wait and will probably start without you.
Why? Are you available?
(Snap!)
You know, that comment would have been a lot wittier at 3:59pm, before Bert broke up my "imply Guv is a fish" string.
Why do you ask Bert? Are you thinking about having ME committed? Because you know I'm already committed - to YOU, mon petit chou!
Guv: Of course Pistols has a soul! It's small and black and shriveled like the heart of the Grinch, but something deep inside compels him to be kind to his gentle readers, when no other topic or person is deemed sacred.
Pistols is really just selling the souls he sucked out of the women he dates. And by better agent, he means better pimp.
I watched you on YouTube last night. I didn't know you'd done an extended version of "It's All Coming Back to me Now." How did Rene handling you being groped, kissed and fondled by the lusty motorcyclist?
I feel unloved.
this pathetic comment was brought to you by way too much beer.
Never doubt my love
for you
Snoozy Q.
I'm my usual self. Bitchin', moanin', groanin', groanin', groanin'...Sorry, lost my train of thought.
I'm feeling like a 17 year old, but damn if Chris won't let me bring one home!!!
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