*plays wiffle ball with chewie*

Orders chewie a "big girl milkshake" (aka, a white russian). That's what they call 'em at the Remote (my everlovin's favorite neighborhood bar). Quite yummy...

*ties cherry stem in knot with tongue*

Not even Mrs Chewie?

How do you solve a problem like chewatadistance?

delish, gracias pips.
*tosses ball back to jonmc & plays Backstreets on the juke box*

dano - you have a point about mrs chewie. :)

I can't really help that I'm a kid in a woman's body. Which means adults think I'm weird becuase I look like them but I don't act like it, and kids don't understand me because I'm one of them but I don't look like it.

Grant me the serenity to be at ease with my freakitude. Do I have to be 80 before that happens?

We're all freaks here, chewie love. Wanna put on some slippy socks and ice skate on the wood floors?

I bet Mr. Bush would know what to do with you. Got two hands? Here's a gun, now go get some turrists! No, not tourists, they spend money, the other ones!

yeah jrossi, I really do!! And so do the turrists!