I can't talk while sitting on my hands. How will I demonstrate what I mean to say?

I know a couple of guys who use have used the hand-sitting thing for "the stranger"...

if you don't know what "the stranger" is, I'm not explaining it to you - ask Monty or someone else...

Plus, it is worth noting, I have about 1/4 of a container of Bryers "Mint chocolate chip" in my fride, but it's raining, and I have no want/need to eat it/go to the store and get a more delectible ice cream...

and I'm still posting, ladies, inebriated as I might be...

Mint chocolate chip is a fine choice of ice cream. But, I'm already in my jammies (boxers and a t-shirt) and highly doubt I'm gonna jump in my car to steal it from your fridge.

The Stranger, eh? It's not some odd Albert Camus kinkiness, is it?

Pretty coherent and stuff too. 'C'mon, post something you'll delete in the morning.

Delete? Like what?

I can't think of anything I'd delete in the morning, so it's up to you two ladies to suggest something...

Ohhhh sure, leave it up to the 'ladies'. *knowing look*

mmmhhmmmm

Whatever...

I'm a pretty open person...

I don't think I'd Obnerise something embarassing, or something I'd volunteer anyways, if the right questions were asked...

However, I don't wanna through out unnecssesary (sic) info at the same time...
It's up to the fellow late-nite-posters...

I've been awake almost 24 hours straight.

That's quite a bit - since I took the day off of work, I'm on about 17+ myself, since I took off from work, yet still woke up early...

I'd have to stay up until 11 AM for that to happen (I'm a bum).

You do get to sleep lots this weekend, right Tania?

I'm thinking sleeping in tomorrow is a viable option. Just as long as Mickey (my pooch) doesn't wake me up early cuz he has to pee or something.

I'll send sleepy puppy vibes your way.

Especially after he's been drinking all night! If you do wake up in the middle of the night, Kyle, don't wake me. Lemme just cuddle with my pillow or something.

But I thought you were a monkey. A hott, enchanted beer making, sidekick monkey.

Mickey has a stuffed monkey. He chewed off his last remaning ear tonight. I hope that wasn't Postmersh, the enchanted beer making monkey.

I'm freezing, my feet are cold and I'm sleepy. I'm off to bed --- g'night, all! *blowing Dating Game kiss*

Oh Tania! I didn't even realize I had AIM on until I heard the slam of you leaving. I would have said hello if I didn't have so many windows opened.

Have yourself a lovely Saturday!

I can't hear you - my ears are missing...

Plus, no one ever PM's me for AOL screennames...

I'm feeling a bit left out, yet more eager than ever to scrounge for anominity..

A conundrum indeed. Does monkey want a PM? Or does he not? Flip a coin.

Though I be of the "dominate male species", coins have to be flipped for me...

Call me respectful, wary, or a punk-ass-bitch, I'm not going to be the one to answer that/speak with an authoritative voice on this matter...

The stubborness is so thick you could drink it from your enchanted beer pitcher.

I'm not all that stubborn...I'm just less wilful to impose my will on that of others, that's all...

Oooh, was the PM sent or not? I'll have to wait for the next exciting episode to find out.