weyes

i really dislike that logo; the heavy shadows don't flatter the woman, making her look pear-shaped (which she's not, but one has to look closely to tell), and the way she has her shoulders bent, they look bony and old. couldn't you have found a nicer shot of a woman?

hey, bodiii, off-topic, i know, but where'd you get that smurf in your sig, and are there others in the series?

pardon me, but when was britney a brunette? can someone please clue me in??? pic, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:laugh: !!!

i have a headache. this is why i never drink. i want to go to sleep and never wake up ...

:rofl: !!!!!

when making plans that involve other people, it is best to consult all of the people involved. tune in tomorrow.

why didn't you say so beforehand, alex ? i posted ahead of time more than once that i was trying to rally troops to go . poo.

how are the angels doing these days ?

how did this info reach you ? i'm so sorry to hear that .

as i know it, "tossing salad" is only when there are actual foods involved (some people use grape jelly, chocolate syrup, etc.) - otherwise, it's just a rim job or being eaten out, etc. the whole phenomenon of salad tossing was born out of making it "more pleasant" for those who weren't really open or into giving it.

last time i went was the only time i'd seen it, though, and i've been going to spundae for 2 years. maybe it's been there somewhat often and i've missed it, but it definitely isn't always there.

A man moves from Ireland to New York City, leaving two of his best friends behind to make it in America. To keep their tradition of nightly drinks alive, every night he goes into an Irish-style pub and orders three pints. The bartender, after a month of this, becomes curious, and asks the man what he's doing. Touched by the story, the bartender has the 3 pints ready for the man every time he comes in. One day, the man tells the bartender to only give him 2 pints. "My condolences," says the bartender, thinking that one of the man's friends has died. "No, no," says the man, "they're both still alive. I've just quit drinking."

alex, you didn't even read my recovery thread: http://bbs.clubplanet.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=163639 !!! i went and couldn't find it last sunday! what happened? please post there and let me know what was up with that . but i'm going to see scott bond at red on friday. love that guy - i don't know any dj that keeps up energy nonstop the way he does. he never gives a dancer a break on the floor; i only stop 'cause my legs cramp up. one of a kind .

all you need should be in here, and if you have any more questions, just pose 'em on that thread; we'll try to answer them there : http://bbs.clubplanet.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=136874

mind if i cut and paste and keep it going ?

while weyes is not religious be any means, after really stressful days that leave her restless and unable to fall asleep, she finds it helpful to think of a few things that she's happy to have in her life - things for which she's grateful, such as friend fill-in-the-blank and dancing. these things bring her a general sense of calm that make life seem more managable and even happier, overall . tune in tomorrow.

glad you guys had a good time !!! tequiza - when you say "smash into a telephone pole" i'm assuming you mean while in a car ; am i right, or was this just a drunk person walking into one (i'd sure prefer that it be the latter)?

good one, ~surreal~ ! why isn't this on the jotd thread?

what's worse is when guys rub up on you with their nasty-ass hardons on the dancefloor. keep your damn penis to yourself, asswipe, and don't pretend you're dancing.

i use sun smackers - the lip smackers with spf 24. i can't seem to find my flavor anymore, though; i wonder if they've discontinued it . i hope not; it's my signature flavor .

exactly what do you mean ?

not a compliment, really, more a statement intended to sweep me off my feet: said, in the heaviest brooklyn accent imaginable, "i wanna sleep wichu." o, be still my beating heart ...

yeah, alex, anybody home ???