Pleba Girls' Party - We dance better horizontally

[susanp6]

I'm always happy to see you too Russty! You have brilliant stories to tell!!

 

[Elessarian]

DG, Russty, Drea, Wild, GG, Susan

 

[susanp6]

Who here gets excited when they see me???

 

[Elessarian]

Who here gets excited when they see me???

Everyone!!

 

[greeneyedgirl]

Who here gets excited when they see me???

MEEEEEEEEE and my sausage

 

[VintagePunk]

Back again for a moment.

Hey everyone

Gre-ray is coming over and I think there will be much wine drinking.

VP, you knew Sarah would crack!! Woohoo! My sister spent about 10 minutes watching my screensaver last night. But that's all she can do is look...no touching He's mine...and yours...and everyone else's.

And what Tonight Show pics are we talking about?

Sharing with you guys...well, I am a little selfish, but since I love y'all, I'll deal. Sharing with my daughter? That's just squicky!!

Maybe we can have an alternate universe with our Bono, and then one for her and your sister?

 

[Russty Cat]

Have I ever said how much I am in love with that man???

The interview I'm watching now...a tape of a special that was on MMM in Canada...on the subject of bands wanting to stay indie, and dissing success:

"...people won't own up to their ambitions [in rock music]. I'm just a punk rocker, and all I love is the music. Wrong. If you love your music, you're gonna want to communicate it. It's about communication. That's why you formed a band. No one forms a band if they don't want to be th Beatles or the Stones...If you want a private little experience, you can become a potter. Go buy yourself a potter's wheel and go fuck off."

SO true.

I love that! Its so true! There is nothing wrong with wanting to do something with your life and what makes you happy! And it didn't help at all that he said fuck off. Eh eh! Nope not at all.

 

[WildHoney]

Who here gets excited when they see me???

Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me

 

[WildHoney]

Hi Wild!

just cuz I'm so happy to see all of you.

Ahhh

I'm always happy to see you too

 

[Russty Cat]

I'm always happy to see you too Russty! You have brilliant stories to tell!!

Thanks Susan! You guys are about the only ones I can really share Mr. Cat stuff with since everything he usually says is a sexual inuendo, it doesn't go over well with my church friends or my family. And I love talking to you too! I'm so jealous of all the fun you guys get to have across the big ole pond. hehe I wish I was gonna be there with you at the show.

 

[U2MaNaIcWeIdO]

MEEEEEEEEE and my sausage

Again with the sausage? I swear.....this might get naughty....

 

[bonoishot]

Who here gets excited when they see me???

we all do

we all get excited when we see each other


hmmmmm was there a curfew for the show tonight, just flicking through tonights setlist party. will they do this in manchester/twickenham

i'm thinking last orders

 

[WildHoney]

Awwww i didn't mean it like that Wild! I get VERY excited when i see you come here!!!!!

It's just that i was saying it's confusing when 2 people have the same one!

Twin

 

[susanp6]

WOW!!!! That's what you call being excited Wild!!!!!!

Oh god it turns me on when i hear B swear!!!!

I didn't know you'd had a sex change GG!!!

 

[VintagePunk]

Is it really that fair for him to be THAT good looking AND intelligent AND witty AND compassionate? I don't think so. No wonder there are so many dolts in the world; Bono got more than his fair share of all the good stuff.

I wonder if he got extra stamina, in order to keep us all happy?

 

[WildHoney]

I get excited enough thinking it's you. Now I'll just get excited faster, cause I'll recognize you.

i want you sooooooooooooo much

 

[VintagePunk]

Is it really that fair for him to be THAT good looking AND intelligent AND witty AND compassionate? I don't think so. No wonder there are so many dolts in the world; Bono got more than his fair share of all the good stuff.

Of course, good ol' stank Larry's response to same was "if you want to keep it real, go work in a fucking coal mine."

A man of few words...direct, and to the point.

 

[susanp6]

BONO SWEARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[U2MaNaIcWeIdO]

Who here gets excited when they see me???

I am....but not as much as Wild....

 

[VintagePunk]

MEEEEEEEEE and my sausage

OMG...You realize I'm never going to be able to think of Susan without thinking of sausage now??




Love ya, Susan.

 

[daygloeyes2]

I have to go , but let me leave you with a little something. Sorry if it's a little rushed at the end, but I have to leave!

It’s late at night and you’re driving along a deserted road. Outside it’s warm, unusually warm, which is why you’re grateful to be in your car with the air conditioning on full blast. You look to the side of the road and see a car that appears to be broken down. Concerned for whoever may be in there, you pull over in front of it. You step out of the car, and the humidity hits you like a brick after being in your nice cool car for so long. As you approach, you spot a man leaning against one of the back tires. With his all black attire, he nearly blends in with the night sky. He’s slumped over, one strong arm draped in front of him, another one resting on a knee. Even though it’s late at night he’s wearing a pair of thick dark sunglasses. His slightly long hair is rumpled a little bit and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to run your hands through it. Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you approach him and tap him lightly on the shoulder.

He jumps, and you can see him tense up in his shoulders. He stretches his arms up into the sky and positions himself so he is now sitting Indian-style. Looking up, he takes off his sunglasses to reveal a pair of sleepy but still sparkling blue eyes. “Are you OK?” you ask. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he says with an Irish accent that makes your stomach do involuntary cartwheels, “Just had a bit of car trouble that’s all. I fell asleep waiting for someone to come, and now someone did.” His lips curl into a wide grin, and you feel a flush creep on to your face. You need to get away from him to try and clear your head, to get your bearings. You start to step out of the way, walking away from his car, but a loose rock on the ground collides with your foot and sends you tumbling backwards into his lap.

You feel yourself hit his lap, and you put an arm around his neck to brace yourself. He puts an arm around your waist, and sits you up. A feeling of warmth rushes throughout you, and it’s not from the heat outside. He wraps his other arm around your waist and presses his face close to yours, close enough that your noses bump. “You OK, love?” he asks, those blue eyes filled with concern. His arms around your waist have sent electricity throughout you and you can barely think but somehow you find the strength to say the words “I’m fine,” in a weak whisper. “I’m not so sure,” he says, a playful grin forming his face. “I see a bump here,” he presses his lips to your forehead, “here”, trails his lips down your cheek and jawbone” and it looks like you’re really hurting here.” Reaching your lips, he kisses them softly, gently tugging on your lower lip. You respond, deepening the kiss, running your fingers through his hair. He runs one hand down your side, gently caressing your leg. His kiss stifles your moans.

His lips still on yours, he gently lays you to the ground, one hand moved behind your head to protect it, another arm still snaked around your waist. Despite the heat, the ground is cool, a wonderful contrast to the heat running through your body. You reach up and tug away at his t-shirt, while his hands aggressively unbutton your shirt. He’s trying to unzip your skirt, but grows impatient and pushes it up. You moan as his hands hit your thighs, and run your hand along his chest. A low growl escapes from him as he finally pushes up your skirt, each of you stifling each other’s cries with your kisses.

 

[susanp6]

It's Wild you should be going on about sausage with, since she's the big sausage lover after all!!!!!

Do you really really wuv me VP???

 

[VintagePunk]

WOW!!!! That's what you call being excited Wild!!!!!!

Oh god it turns me on when i hear B swear!!!!

I didn't know you'd had a sex change GG!!!

You always excite me, babe.

Especially now that I know I can get Bono cooties from you.

 

[bonoishot]

Thanks Susan! You guys are about the only ones I can really share Mr. Cat stuff with since everything he usually says is a sexual inuendo, it doesn't go over well with my church friends or my family. And I love talking to you too! I'm so jealous of all the fun you guys get to have across the big ole pond. hehe I wish I was gonna be there with you at the show.

we wish you could all come with us , it'd be chaos

 

[VintagePunk]

It's Wild you should be going on about sausage with, since she's the big sausage lover after all!!!!!

Do you really really wuv me VP???

Duuuuuhhhh....Was there ever any doubt???

 

[bonoishot]

OMG...You realize I'm never going to be able to think of Susan without thinking of sausage now??




Love ya, Susan.

i was just thinking about that

poor susan

 

[WildHoney]

Jemma , Susan

What bread do you prefer???

 

[VintagePunk]

i want you sooooooooooooo much

Really??

 

[susanp6]

Bono cooties VP?

 

[U2MaNaIcWeIdO]

I have to go , but let me leave you with a little something. Sorry if it's a little rushed at the end, but I have to leave!

It’s late at night and you’re driving along a deserted road. Outside it’s warm, unusually warm, which is why you’re grateful to be in your car with the air conditioning on full blast. You look to the side of the road and see a car that appears to be broken down. Concerned for whoever may be in there, you pull over in front of it. You step out of the car, and the humidity hits you like a brick after being in your nice cool car for so long. As you approach, you spot a man leaning against one of the back tires. With his all black attire, he nearly blends in with the night sky. He’s slumped over, one strong arm draped in front of him, another one resting on a knee. Even though it’s late at night he’s wearing a pair of thick dark sunglasses. His slightly long hair is rumpled a little bit and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to run your hands through it. Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you approach him and tap him lightly on the shoulder.

He jumps, and you can see him tense up in his shoulders. He stretches his arms up into the sky and positions himself so he is now sitting Indian-style. Looking up, he takes off his sunglasses to reveal a pair of sleepy but still sparkling blue eyes. “Are you OK?” you ask. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he says with an Irish accent that makes your stomach do involuntary cartwheels, “Just had a bit of car trouble that’s all. I fell asleep waiting for someone to come, and now someone did.” His lips curl into a wide grin, and you feel a flush creep on to your face. You need to get away from him to try and clear your head, to get your bearings. You start to step out of the way, walking away from his car, but a loose rock on the ground collides with your foot and sends you tumbling backwards into his lap.

You feel yourself hit his lap, and you put an arm around his neck to brace yourself. He puts an arm around your waist, and sits you up. A feeling of warmth rushes throughout you, and it’s not from the heat outside. He wraps his other arm around your waist and presses his face close to yours, close enough that your noses bump. “You OK, love?” he asks, those blue eyes filled with concern. His arms around your waist have sent electricity throughout you and you can barely think but somehow you find the strength to say the words “I’m fine,” in a weak whisper. “I’m not so sure,” he says, a playful grin forming his face. “I see a bump here,” he presses his lips to your forehead, “here”, trails his lips down your cheek and jawbone” and it looks like you’re really hurting here.” Reaching your lips, he kisses them softly, gently tugging on your lower lip. You respond, deepening the kiss, running your fingers through his hair. He runs one hand down your side, gently caressing your leg. His kiss stifles your moans.

His lips still on yours, he gently lays you to the ground, one hand moved behind your head to protect it, another arm still snaked around your waist. Despite the heat, the ground is cool, a wonderful contrast to the heat running through your body. You reach up and tug away at his t-shirt, while his hands aggressively unbutton your shirt. He’s trying to unzip your skirt, but grows impatient and pushes it up. You moan as his hands hit your thighs, and run your hand along his chest. A low growl escapes from him as he finally pushes up your skirt, each of you stifling each other’s cries with your kisses.

Niccccceee...this may be one of my favorites! Best one out there...really!