Let's see if I can reply to all of these new ones in one go....
Scandalous?! I think not! I was simply refining my skills for my beloved Lori.
Oh, please don't slobber on me! And yeah, I kinda found out that, even after a gallon of tequila, most condoms don't fit on the- never mind. You're evil! And you'd better have missed me, because if you didn't you'd end up like Bm (this means slightly paranoid with a few charges against you for statutory and giving alcohol and cigarettes to a particularly crafty minor). And no, I'm not staying this time, because I have to walk two miles everytime I want to check my email (unless Snow's home....), and I only get an hour ro two online, depending on how many different times I change my clothes and wear a wig.
Mom! Hoor- ow! I don't smoke, I swear- ow! Stop it, I love you, Mom- ow!
...I'm going to go take a walk. To clear out my lungs. Can I borrow your lighter? I'm not going to smoke, I'm just going to burn a few political signs and ants, I promise.
Well, now then. Unfortunately, I'm still in one piece after being scarce around the boards for so long. Usually I'm gone one day and I have a buttload of horror stories to tell.... Oh, did anyone know that I apparently can't get poison ivy? I rolled (as in literally, "Haha! I'm rolling in poison ivy! Here's a batch for you, *rips ivy out of ground*, and you *rip*, and you, and I think I'm going to wash myself with this wonderful stuff now!") in the stuff after hiking through it for 4 hours in shorts and a tank top, and I have nothing to show for it. But, I think it kept the bugs away.
...That's all.