Oh man. Did I ever goof. What a mistake.
I visited the Blowfish Tax Day Sale page (link is not work-safe) and now I can't concentrate on anything I'm actually supposed to be doing.
I knew better, I really did...
I visited the Blowfish Tax Day Sale page (link is not work-safe) and now I can't concentrate on anything I'm actually supposed to be doing.
I knew better, I really did...
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Soooooo... didja? ;-) You do not, of course, have to answer that. :-)
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It's not my fault. Blame Blowfish. They keep sending me mail, and of course it's not my fault if I click on the link, now is it? :-)
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toystoystoys
He's tasted my buns...
He was speaking at a SFSI Continuing Education potluck event, and I had made cinnamon rolls. He tried one and said "these sticky buns taste great".
What did you think I...Oh! Really CJ! I'm surprised at you!
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Re: He's tasted my buns...
I'm surprised at you!
No you're not. 8-)
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Note that in my case, butt sex products are not fun. No numbers were typed in the making of this comment.
Note also that I cannot speak for all residents of my house regarding what is fun... ;)
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Isn't that neat? Just as I suspected when I was little, grownups have all the best stuff! When I was a kid, I could push buttons on some toys at just the right time, and maybe some music would play or something. These plastic rectangles are much better than that!
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But I do find you delightfully surprising!
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Heh. Clearly you need to explore the world of "Friends Groups" . (I mean the LiveJournal kind.)
--Joe (whose hoping he ends up on this particular friends group....)
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I have some of those plastic rectangles, too. Aren't they *neat*!? :):)
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Although maybe I could make a "raunchy stuff" group anyways. ;-)
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powells.com alibris.com Just type in the number and *poof*! Magic :):).
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I once made a trip to Portland specifically to spend the weekend in Powell's.