Chillin like a villain
 

I'm leaving in a couple of hours for a long weekend with 4 of my long time buds for our every five years or so get together where we solve the world's problems.

Expect everything to be hunky dory on Monday. If it's not then it's only because your faith was weak. Yeah, that's the ticket.

There may be drinking involved.

Ooh. I must remember cards.

But how do you solve a problem like Maria?

please to solve my problems this weekend. Once you've done that the world problems will be a piece of cake. Or a cakewalk. Which is easier?

And have fun!

Expecting world peace, no more hunger, and oh - this cancer will be cured, right?

Drink as much as it takes to get it all done. ;)

... and stop to smell the cherries from time to time.
I've always found that helps.

I'm lucky to have my GTG every year at present. Because I'm worth it.
Um, no, actually. Because I'm lucky to have wonderful friends who accommodate me in various ways.

Have a great time. Well deserved.

Um, no, actually. Because you're worth it.


Sent by thought transference

I want a get together. :(

I want an ice cream cone.

I want a get together to have an ice cream cone. :D

Have fun, Foot! Hope the world will be easier to handle when you get back. :)

You hold her down and I'll slap her?



@ Foots: oh that sounds a wild and funky time, mate. Enjoy. You've earned some good old fashioned fun.

Oh yeah?
Well I'll I'll piss on you like a racist.

So there.

Y'know this started out as a throw away jest, but now we're sounding like a specialist video...







bruce for cameraman?

NO!
I'm a lady. I'd never let Bruce see my foof being used for the other purpose.

The highlight of the trip:

An old man goes to see his doctor and the doc says, "Let me guess, you're having difficulty urinating."

"Nope," says the man "I have a powerful stream or urine, a golden fountain, at 8:00 every morning."

"Then I suppose you are going to tell me that you have trouble moving your bowels."

"Absolutely not." Replies the old man. "Every morning at precisely 8:30 I pass a large, firm stool."

"Well, then what's your problem?" Asks the doc.

"I don't get out of bed until 9:00"

All right, stop the shop talk, will you?

So ... how's the cancer cure coming? Did you drink enough?

I did. I'll post the results of our conclave in the next few days.