DGN Coffee house...

[Paper Hearts]

Well, I probably won't but it's funny that people actually go to these places and do that. For me, a bit of Halibut pie or leek and potato soup at a pub and a few pints of ale, will suffice.

[Brenda Starrr]

Party pooper!! I'd do it! OMG....it would be the shit.

[Paper Hearts]

We are the Knights of Neep!

[Brenda Starrr]

You cut off my arm!

[Paper Hearts]

ha! God, it's been too long since I've seen that. I'm due.

[Brenda Starrr]

Me too! I need to see it again.

[Paper Hearts]

I should just go and buy it. I don't own it, I might as well...

[Brenda Starrr]

I know. I'm a loser.

[Paper Hearts]

I mean for as many times as I'll rent it in my life, i'd might as well buy it, it'd be cheaper in the long run.

Speaking of "Neep", doesn't it sound a bit like sheep?

[Brenda Starrr]

I refuse to dignify that question with a plausible answer, sexy.

[Paper Hearts]

**brings in the sheep, sexy**

[Brenda Starrr]

I was hoping to divert your attention away from the sheep, gorgeous. However, handsome, I don't see that working. Now I will take off my clothes. Warn your spare room. I'm coming. Sweetness.

[Paper Hearts]

My spare room hasn't had any fun in too long.

**gets naked, pets a sheep, hottie**

[Brenda Starrr]

Well, gorgeous...Tell your spare room to get ready. And hold whatever thoughts you might be thinking, you schmokin' hot guy. I have to get my kids.

Sexy motherf*cker.

[Paper Hearts]

Fine. Beautiful.

[Brenda Starrr]

I'm back, stunning man-specimen.

[Paper Hearts]

Welcome back ultra-babe.

[Brenda Starrr]

Why thank you, red-hot lover. Did you miss me while I was out in the brutal heat, hunk of burning love?

[Paper Hearts]

Yes I did, Mrs. Sultry Perfection. How hot is it?

Edited August 3, 2005 by Paper Hearts

[Brenda Starrr]

Too hot, Mr. Steamy Masculinity. I wish I had a pool in which to cool off. Do you know what I mean, Mr. Perfect Specimen of Male Talent?

[Paper Hearts]

Well, Dutchess of Estrogen, I can think of nothing more satisfying than a bath, at times like these. Will your fuck-screaming, creamy femininity join me, your lovliness?

[Brenda Starrr]

Oh, Fabulous Testosterone King, that would be divine. I would be orgasmically honored to be in your thigh-kissing presence.

[Paper Hearts]

Thigh kissing, ehh? Where did you hear I did that?

[Brenda Starrr]

I read it somewhere, sexy devil. It happens to be a favorite thing, next to my love of red wine and cheesecake.

[Paper Hearts]

so you'll have me kiss your thighs in the bath (better have a snorkle, your good-lookingness) next to some cabernet and creamy, rich desert?