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Nine cocktails led to screwing. EGBDF

Any single dames feeling jaunty? VODKA

Belgian linen sure does wrinkle easily.

Local training hikes, sure. The rain keeps the trails virtually free of other people. For the real mountain trips though, I've only ever done a "day hike" once; otherwise it's always a multi-day affair. Sleeping out is part of the experience, plus I'm in no condition to drive immediately after bagging a peak. :smile:

I Don't Wanna Be Me - Type O Negative

Stop talking and resume tugging. G.L.O.O.M

I'm cleaning! And... apparently... a princess? I don't know, man; I'm high on Murphy's Oil Soap fumes.

The Cure - Pictures of You Sisters of Mercy - This Corrosion

Gentlemen prefer blondes. I prefer brunette.

Haha, well played

Well yeah, but I'm considerate enough to also provide heated seats. :p

Daintily, on the back of the hand. I'm trying to bring that back into style.

Lights in the Sky - Nine Inch Nails

I've chosen my next car based solely on its panty-dropping abilities. I should be more mature and practical than this by now, but nope.

A lack of complete trainwrecks is what ruins forums. This place is doing fine.

Nicorette gum, and possibly Hyundai

I'd take Lilly Muster over Morticia any day.

This is the sticking point for me; I hate remakes and reboots in the realm of film, but this game was seriously hampered by the limitations of 1997 technology. FF7 was an ugly game; I said it, and I won't entertain any counter-argument. The story, the characters, the narrative; they were all there, but honestly the…

This. Whenever I see people who used to date manage to remain friends, I always assume they must not have been all that serious in the first place. A serious breakup is an amputation; you don't just shake that off.

After FF7, I stopped buying video games. I don't know if it was because FF7 was so good that it ruined video games forever, or if it was because I first experienced ***** that year and rearranged my priorities. Either way, hell yeah, I'll take a remake.

My serious relationships burn brightly, but can only end in fiery, apocalyptic wrecks. "Hanging out" afterwards would be extraordinarily dangerous. But if I were to see an ex-paramour on a dating site, I'd just think "oh, good; she still seems to function normally".

Solitude in the wilderness. 60°F. Thunderstorms. Chickadee calls. Good bourbon. Fine cigars. Margaritas. Rare steak. The smell of burning leaves. Full moons. Seeing people trip and fall down. Bubble wrap. Vacuum tubes. Fruit-scented magic markers. Garters. Bare feet on cool grass.

Run up an incredible amount of debt.

Bladerunner score - Vangelis

Coffee. Black as midnight on a moonless night. Pretty black.