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"girl" wrote:Being a fellow pervey psychic I already know what you would’ve written. And it was brilliant and witty and in surprisingly good penmanship.
Once again our telepathic link has saved me from embarrasment and loss of credentials.
"girl" wrote:I promise we’ll behave. But if Robert comes near me with a spatula you guys might want to look away…Or grab some popcorn and pull up a chair. You might be into it.
Oh dear
I can’t promise we’ll behave. We will do our best to control ourselves though. Or at least work hard on it. We’ll certainly try to exersice some constraint. But I wouldn’t bet on it. Certainly not.I like sexy repairmen who look like they could show you a good time like in those movies about Project Days.
I like when people hug your legs and won’t let go so you fall over when you try to walk.And SG I had a dream about you last night! It was bizarre.
"girl" wrote:I like when people hug your legs and won’t let go so you fall over when you try to walk.Am I wrong to assume that in order to be able to hug your legs there are people crawling at your feet ?
"Robert" wrote:Am I wrong to assume that in order to be able to hug your legs there are people crawling at your feet ?Oh no, you’re not wrong. Loss of mobility is one of the many hazards of venturing into my stable of husbands.
"girl" wrote:And SG I had a dream about you last night! It was bizarre.Did I look like Billy Corgan or The Great Pumpkin?
"girl" wrote:Oh no, you’re not wrong. Loss of mobility is one of the many hazards of venturing into my stable of husbands. you should get yourself a hazard sign to warning against the difficulty of maneuvering around your harem."essgee09" wrote:Did I look like Billy Corgan or The Great Pumpkin?Close.
No, we were in this tiny car driving at night. It was in the perspective where I was seeing the dream through my own eyes and I could only see your arms and your hands on the steering wheel but I still knew it was you. Then we drove into a forest of pine trees and then I started dreaming about make-up.
"girl" wrote:Close.
No, we were in this tiny car driving at night. It was in the perspective where I was seeing the dream through my own eyes and I could only see your arms and your hands on the steering wheel but I still knew it was you. Then we drove into a forest of pine trees and then I started dreaming about make-up.
I rather it was a stolen car with jazz playing really loud
"girl" wrote:*starts singing* Get Outta My Dreams, Get into My CarI remember that song,the kids at school used to sing something else instead of car
What did they sing? Did it rhyme with car because I am drawing a blank. Oh! Did they sing Get outta my dreams, get into my jeans ?
If not I don’t care, that is still going to be my anthem for the night.
I like when people who live on Crossbow Lane call me Avile.
"girl" wrote:What did they sing? Did it rhyme with car because I am drawing a blank. Oh! Did they sing Get outta my dreams, get into my jeans ?Pants.Close eh?
At least they don`t call you Avril
I like that I’ve perfected the art of the spatula to the same extent that Napoleon Dynamite has mastered the Bo Staff.
I like today! If today adhered to a dress code it would be wearing a tuxedo. Seriously though, beautiful weather, funny people making me laugh, driving on the wrong side of the highway(No, I wasn’t in a high speed police chase. They were blasting the side of a mountain and that was a detour. Oh yes and then laughing so hard when someone said "Watch out for my fossils!") and an exhibit about bees!
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