I'm pretty sure if you were the only person in the world who could fly, getting people to go for the threesomes on a weekly basis would take care of itself.
In other sex news, turns out that last night when Inappropriately Young Guy said "hang out" he meant "booty call." Slightly disappointing, as I like just spending time with him in addition to being warm for his form. But it was the best lay I've had in the past year, so I'm not too disappointed.
Check out this Newt bumpersticker: [link]
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Newt 2012
America is my wife now
tommyrot, I followed your link and ended up snorting at this Warren Ellis tweet:
What if Newt got nominated, took on Mitt as his VP, *and* converted to Mormonism? NEWT/MITT: ALL THE WIVES, FUCK YOU CNN
Heh.
I'm reminded of the NIxon parody slogan back in '72. Something like:
Don't change Dicks in mid-screw.
eta: A reaction to the slogan "Don't change horses in midstream", an argument for keeping Nixon in because we were at war in Vietnam.
SNORT on the Ellis tweet!!
I would definitely take teleportation over flying; Quicker and warmer. I assume.
GAH. I have no milk for my coffee, and I have a client call at one. I got a Starbuck's gift card for Xmas, and it's only 4 minutes away. Do I have the motivation to put on pants, brush my teeth and put on a coat to get a delicious latte? Persuade me...
Erin, would you grab me one? I'm out of milk, too.
Me too!
That is, I am also out of milk. I don't want a latte. I just want some milk.
I have milk! Err, soy milk, does that count? You can all come over to my house and use my french press and put milk in your coffee!
Oh, hey, I have actual cow's milk! That hardly ever happens. And coffee and cream, but only one piece of gingerbread, so adjust your expectations if you drop by.