Well...?
I love to clean, and normally would take you up on that offer, but I have to see how I feel when I am done with the mess that I live in.
Hey all! I started watching the documentary about the Rosie Family Cruise on HBO and now I'm crying. **sigh**
Stagey, are you going to pay Tink's transportation costs to and from that godforsaken town you live in?
*rushes to comfort TheActr as only I can*
Here we go again. Tink, get the olives, I'll get the booze, someone get the trampoline...
Haha. Oh my.
*to Actr*
Wuss!
I'll pay for gas/food/lodge/the works. I just hate to clean. I'm not domesticated at all.
I'm not a wuss! I'm just sensitive.
I would have never pictured me as the domesticated type, but i am.
In HS, everyone always said they never worried about me being the battered wife, instead I'd be the one in jail for spousal abuse, hehe.
Olives! Got em!
I'll get the glasses!
What should I get?
I'll get the cheesecake!
Tink, you beat up on poor Buzz? Just 'cause he forgot your anniversary?
Who likes Gin Martinis, and who likes Vodka?
I'll bring both.
You just sit your pretty little self right there, Actr, darlin'...no need for you to run around, straining yourself. You just let Mr. J take care'a you
*glares daggers at Actr*
What'd Actr do, Stagey?
*to Actr*
Maybe you've got something more than just a pretty face...
Maybe not!
Actr, go stand behind Tink.
Tink, protect Actr.
*removes all blunt and throwable objects*
SM, darlin' honeypie...Joshy needs another martini. There seems to be a large hole in my glass, and it just will NOT stay filled!! *pouts cutely* Pweeze?
it's ok, actr, Tink will protect you!
I like Vodka apple or honeydew melon martinis. thank you.
No stagey - I've only punched buzz in the face a few times while I slept. That is the extent of my physical harm to date. But when I get angry (which takes a lot), one never knows what could happen.
Why don't you ask pretty boy over there? I'm sure he'd gladly fill your glass... and other large holes.
"Whose little angry man are you?"
Another martini for whoever knows what show that lyric is from.
Raisin In The Sun.
Googled it, didja, Jaily? And it's "whose," damn it!
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