Joined: Jan. 2006
It is 4 am here, I am exceedingly drunk and very tired. There was Unadvisable Cider. Not good. I blame the Space Lizards.
Now, since I am barely coherent, I shall offer these words for the people with birthdays:
Please rearrange them to make a common phrase or sentence which pleases you on this great day of celebration.
P.S. Wolfie + Kristine? I cannot think about such levels of eroticism. In my weakened and enfeebled state I may die. I may have to look at a picture of Densy O'Leary to subdue myself. No, no. Surely nothing could ever be THAT bad? Could it?