*dances*
The parentals just left for two weeks in Florida! The parents just left for two weeks in Florida!
Welcome to my den of iniquity. Can I get you a drink?
*dances some more*
The parentals just left for two weeks in Florida! The parents just left for two weeks in Florida!
Welcome to my den of iniquity. Can I get you a drink?
*dances some more*
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Arrgh.
I just mapquested you, too.
But I would die! Stupid stupid sickness!! Why God Why?
Would I die? *contemplates*
Yes, I'd probably die. DAMN.
Later this summer? Less den of iniquity, perhaps, but geekiness can still ensue and I will be less dead by then. I hope.
-- Little Red, tired into randomness and beyond
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Or, if you'd prefer I think we have some juice. Kool-aid, maybe?
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I'll bring the coke, then? You have to have coke with rum.
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I would so be on my way to Pawtucket right now if only it wasn't 14 hours and eight minutes away! (Mapquest yay!) Wonder what flights are like . . .
Death is bad. Don't risk death for mere geekiness. But if death is less of an option later . . . :)
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So, later this summer? I declare it a PLAN. Or a proto-PLAN. Or something.
-- Little Red, who is a bit worried about what our combined ficwenchness in one zip code would do to the universe