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GuinivereElise
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GuinivereElise
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That's very nice of you. Thanks for getting the gin, by the way.GuinivereElise wrote:as long as your footsie playing doesn't interrupt our cuddle time, I guess i'm okay with it...
*puts arms around GE under blanket*
Heli, hows about you put one of those Hambones on ice for me for when the gin runs out?
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GuinivereElise
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*Tall dark stranger, still wrapped in a blanket, rises from the couch and shuffles over behind the bar. He pours himself a double from the Glenlivit bottle and shuffles back to the couch. His bunny slippers are, somehow, not incongruous with the rest of his outfit. He sits, sips the scotch, then, pulling his feet up under him, sticks his thumb in his mouth and watches the fire*
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
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GuinivereElise
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Linus all grown up?samtzu wrote:*Tall dark stranger, still wrapped in a blanket, rises from the couch and shuffles over behind the bar. He pours himself a double from the Glenlivit bottle and shuffles back to the couch. His bunny slippers are, somehow, not incongruous with the rest of his outfit. He sits, sips the scotch, then, pulling his feet up under him, sticks his thumb in his mouth and watches the fire*
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*Taking thumb out of mouth*GuinivereElise wrote:wanna come cuddle under the blanket Sam??
That would be nice, Sweetie... come on over...
*Opens up a warm spot under the blanket for her*
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
Another famous "Group Therapy" session,
courtesy of Mike Myers, Austin Powers, Int'l Man of Mystery:
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Therapist: Oh no. Please, please, let's hear about your childhood.
Dr. Evil: Very well. Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard-really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, an Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There's nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking I suggest you try it.
Therapist: You know we have to stop
courtesy of Mike Myers, Austin Powers, Int'l Man of Mystery:
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Therapist: Oh no. Please, please, let's hear about your childhood.
Dr. Evil: Very well. Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard-really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, an Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There's nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking I suggest you try it.
Therapist: You know we have to stop
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GuinivereElise
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okey dokey everyone... this little girl needs to go home. I'll see you all tomorrow...
*kisses Sam on the forehead*
*bites Lydia's neck*
*Kisses Nipples on the cheek*
*blows a kiss to Heli, Sputnik, uber, and anyone else I may have missed*
*peels herself out of BHAs arms, reluctantly, and kisses the top of his head*
goodnight, all...
*kisses Sam on the forehead*
*bites Lydia's neck*
*Kisses Nipples on the cheek*
*blows a kiss to Heli, Sputnik, uber, and anyone else I may have missed*
*peels herself out of BHAs arms, reluctantly, and kisses the top of his head*
goodnight, all...
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GuinivereElise
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