I'd be wanting to know just how bad the trouble is that you're in, to travel all the way to my place.

I'd give you a nice hot meal (I may be a student but I'm a pretty damn good cook), but I wouldn't let you stay the night. I don't know you IRL, and even though I'm hospitable I do want to know what kind of person I'm allowing to be present during my most vulnerable state.

You mean you fart in your sleep? :p ;)

I couldn't help anyone out of the blue. My life skills aren't robust enough at present to deal with unexpected guests. But with 24-48 hour notice I'd take anyone in overnight.

If it was someone I had had PM contact with, or felt an affinity with, then I would do all I could even if it disaccommodated me personally. A random poster who I rarely engaged with would get the best I could offer for a night - hot meal, use of facilities etc.

I don't have much but I'm willing to share (most) of it. And I used to be good in a crisis at least.

My friends used to joke that I'd be the person they went to if they killed someone, because I'd be all about practical solutions (a la Shallow Grave) rather than fainting away in horror. I don't know that I liked being identified as so amoral, but at least I'm good for something.

Great. Now, if I'm stranded in Britain, I'm going to have to sleep in the tube station for two nights until Sundae Girl tidys up enough to allow me in.

There goes that plan for abandoning all responsibility and living the poet's life.

Els, you could come and stay with me (if you can swim)!

No prob SG , we have a spare bed room ( If you can put up with all the Barbie dolls that is )

Oh and that crack about the "Fly over states " ,
you can just BITE ME ,
there is some Beautiful scenery and good folks here in the back woods !

It would be the truly American experience to visit many dwellars. The vast country would be part of the story, as opposed to Times Square and monuments and museums.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, but in order to get the full American experience, you should drive an SUV to the big box store lot, cook a massive size piece of awesome Costco beef on the gas grill, go see a game at the stadium, drink that night at the Dave and Buster's until you can't play the games any longer.

Then the next day, head out to Zippy's for a drift on the creek. Don't swim out to where they swing off the rope into the water. The little one hain't got enough sense yet to avoid jumping on top of you.

I'd probably let any of you stay if you showed up at my door. Even LJ. :) My reason would be that if I trusted you enough to actually give you my address, then if you turn out to be an axe murderer it was unavoidable anyway.

You can see the scenery from the plane. :stickpoke :devil: :bolt:

You spelled 'especially' wrong.





You want me, admit it.

lol...sorry LJ. You're really not my type.

oh darn

I can just imagine you're shattered

devastated

I bet you'll get over it though