tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851273.post115931258614921076..comments2009-11-11T07:07:38.717-07:00Fictional Correspondanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690506749902180178noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851273.post-1161033793608957572006-10-16T15:23:00.000-06:002006-10-16T15:23:00.000-06:00"Gypsy. Why do I get the feeling that you're going to lay in a horde of beaten-silver jewelry and silk scarves, and indulge in a little roleplaying with whomever you hook up with in the near future?"<BR/><BR/>I completely fell out of my chair laughing. /agree. No further comment needed ;)Toquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01782699394818515276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851273.post-1159465438164232032006-09-28T11:43:00.000-06:002006-09-28T11:43:00.000-06:00Probably because, from the dishes' limited point of view, there's nowhere to go that isn't worse. Compare the kitchen (won't take long) with the bathroom. ;)<BR/><BR/>Gypsy. Why do I get the feeling that you're going to lay in a horde of beaten-silver jewelry and silk scarves, and indulge in a little roleplaying with whomever you hook up with in the near future?<BR/><BR/>Assuming it's not The Gypsy herself, of course. She'll bring her own.Rimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13424680833564543837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8851273.post-1159323721598495522006-09-26T20:22:00.000-06:002006-09-26T20:22:00.000-06:00*scratches head* well atleast the dishes haven't walked away on us yet.Jovkneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12032072422861066026noreply@blogger.com