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:tears: No one has ever called them that before!
:tears: No one has ever called them that before!
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Or we can make Bono (ahem, and Edge) a fun interactive game - "Guess the Pleban by her boobs!" Fun for the whole band-family!
ZOMG, VP's boobs broke Interference!!
ZOMG, VP's boobs broke Interference!!
OMG, I'm going to slink out of here, now.
See? that means the rest of you need to post your boobs, to make me feel better!
We should make Bono a boob scrapbook...
Shush, you! And like, contribute!
I've learned a lesson this evening. You drink 26 glasses of wine, you watch baby U2 videos, you put up a picture of cleavage for 10 seconds an no one reciprocates, and then you go to bed empty and broken, your reputation sullied forever.
Night, ladies.
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should probably start with wine to flash these babies around...
good night VP! good night Comet!
now that's a plan!
Quite well except for the lack of alcohol and rapidly multiplying homework. Boo! Their numbers should swap methinks. Yourself?
homework that multiplies like rabbits? :tikes:
Solution? Birth Control for Homework March on Washington DC! SIgn up NAO!!!
uh ...gettig sleepy
considering how late it is is a good thing..I'll probbaly be leaving here soon for Z>Land!
the thick neck. and those other guys.
Is that one from Rome?
bra trouble remedy.
whatever you would like that to mean. it made sense in the last thread anyway.
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Or we can make Bono (ahem, and Edge) a fun interactive game - "Guess the Pleban by her boobs!" Fun for the whole band-family!
ZOMG, VP's boobs broke Interference!!
I just got to what is totally the best part of U2-ATEOTW. I'll spoiler it in case anyone who hasn't read it yet wants to be all in-order about reading! (From Ch. 59)
(at a restaurant in NYC)
One very beautiful, very plastered woman lands next to Edge and begins throwing her arm around him, nuzzling and flirting.
"What do you play in U2?" she asks him.
"There's no easy answer to that," he mumbles.
"Are you married? Divorced? Married but living apart?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
She proceeds to do her immitation of Edge singing "Numb" and laughs out loud at what a bad voice he has!
"What's your real name?" she asks.
"David Evans."
"I'm going to call you Dave."
"Suit yourself."
"Hello, Dave Evans."
I decide to step in. "You know," I tell her as Edge shoots daggers at me from his eyes, "the whole world loves the man called The Edge- but he's been waiting all his life for the gal who'll fall in love with simple Dave."
"Is that true?" she asks, almost crawling into his ear. "Is that what you want, Dave?"
"I just want to be loved for who I really am."
"And who are you really, Dave Evans?"
"A BIG FAMOUS MEGA RICH ROCK STAR!"
That pretty much puts the kibosh on the romance.