A potential/lost love of my life may or may not be living in Kansas with a wife and active in the Friends (Quakers). I don't Google might-have-beens anymore.

What are you planning to do--throw him to the werewolf, so that you can escape."

Heh. My friend Carlos from the Yukon (really) had a similar strategy in regard to bears.

I just googled another old friend and found an article about WotC during the Good Ol' Days:

Most wall and work spaces are crowded with sight gags and toys, Lego sets, troll dolls, gargoyles, toy wizards, puzzles, or jars of candy. Young retro-punks with dyed black hair and pierced faces walk through the aisles, talking excitedly to one another other while the chains on their belt hooks jingle. A white-faced young woman in a cow-punk costume--complete with petticoats and horizontally striped black-and-white stockings--teeters around on high, pointy shoes carrying a stuffed teddy bear and wailing, "I need a Happy Meal. Won't someone go get me a Happy Meal?"

carrying a stuffed teddy bear

Pssst.... Mr. Writer-person, sir? Clovis is a devilbunny. You can tell by the floppy ears and the fangs. Be very careful about using the B-E-A-R word around him. It just gets his dander up.

My high school crush is now the head of my home county's Republican party. I thank heaven for my escape.

Jilli was Cowpunk?

Jilli was Cowpunk?

No, but I think the writer had no concept of what else to call someone dressed in knee-length petticoats, stripey tights, and pointy boots. Pointy boots with 12 buckles each, I might add.

You've seriously damaged my life force. Are you worried about my face down card, or something else?

Sorry, just being random with my day. I am so very glad this day is over. Bye bye, day.

Yes, I'm sober.

After graduating with dual degrees from Notre Dame, my high school crush went on to medical school and is now a surgeon with the Air Force living in Japan.

However, after making out with him in his car, I found out he's a terrible kisser. Go figure.

You Seattle People! GO TO THE DENTIST!!

I wonder how these clinics deal with the phobia.

Drugs. Laughing gas.

My fear of needles is greater than my fear of pain

The needles tend to hurt so much that I often wonder if the pain of the filling would really just be less. I've had a couple minor things done without novocaine, for that reason.

Maybe he'll get a GAY hand! Or a LIBERAL DEMOCRAT hand!

Bwhaha! Oh, that's awful, but funny.

I think Smoosh is the current perv flavor. Though I'm secretly hoping for the underdog Inflation Fetishists

Do I even want to know? Why do I suspect I will, if i keep reading the next few posts?

"I'm a little teapot short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my...other handle.
I LIED! I'm a SUGARBOWL!"

What are you planning to do--throw him to the werewolf, so that you can escape? Of course she was.

HAH! A true big sister.