Pleban Girls (and Boy) Party - Hopelessly devoted to U2

[VintagePunk]

^ I'm not VP

Not that I would mind if I was


And yes, I *always* come for U2....I mean........come back to u2...err.....

You almost are.

 

[jobob]

wait............Bono's ears are peirced.......what does *that* mean??

I can't remember which woman comedian said this, Bri, but:

"Marry a man with pierced ears. He has known pain and bought jewelry."



And on that note, ZooRadio played the Red Rocks version of "40" a few minutes ago. Which is my cue that the show's over and it's time to leave the stage and go to bed. Thank you, and good night!

 

[VintagePunk]

Rita Rudner.

night Joanne

 

[~BrightestStar~]

You almost are.

I just need to get my ears peirced.






G'nite Jo!

 

[Snooky pie]

Night Jo!

 

[VintagePunk]

Bono's lunchbox is up!!

http://stores.ebay.com/The-Lunchbox-Auction_W0QQssPageNameZviQ3asibQ3astoreviewQQtZkm

 

[~BrightestStar~]

*goes to look*

 

[~BrightestStar~]

The Red campaign?
The elevation equity fund?

I have not heard of these!


I'm uninformed.




I want the pretty red box cause B's hands have been on it

 

[VintagePunk]

The Red campaign?
The elevation equity fund?

I have not heard of these!


I'm uninformed.




I want the pretty red box cause B's hands have been on it

Edge's lunchbox was cooler.


Maybe Bono was busy saving the world that day.

 

[~BrightestStar~]

Edge's lunchbox was cooler.


Maybe Bono was busy saving the world that day.

I know!

But don't tell B...he'd pout......


wait,
.......you tell him, and I'll comfort him.


At least B's isn't a weapon of death.
Something tells me Edge got his lunch money stolen alot as a child.....

 

[VintagePunk]

I know!

But don't tell B...he'd pout......


wait,
.......you tell him, and I'll comfort him.


At least B's isn't a weapon of death.
Something tells me Edge got his lunch money stolen alot as a child.....

I wonder though - did Edge really sit there and pound all those spikes into the lunchbox himself?

Maybe his bodyguard did it for him.

 

[WildHoney]

Morning girls

 

[~BrightestStar~]

I wonder though - did Edge really sit there and pound all those spikes into the lunchbox himself?

Maybe his bodyguard did it for him.

Or Larry maybe?
He likes to hit things.


We can do a fingerprint analysis!
You could see lil prints all over the box!



Mornin Wild!
How are ya my dear?

 

[VintagePunk]

Wild!!!


Bri, you can do the analysis, that thing scares me.

 

[WildHoney]

Getting ready for work

It's cold & wet here

I'm nervous about whether we'll be allowed to change our flight. i sooooooooooo want to go to Cleveland now

 

[~BrightestStar~]

Bri, you can do the analysis, that thing scares me.

We need to hire one of those 'redshirts'...from star trek.




Wild
Consider most of my appendages crossed!


And it's cool and wet here too


:bleh:




Did we lose Snooky?

 

[VintagePunk]

Wild, I hope it all works out for you!!! Are you thinking of Buffalo at all? I found out train info from Buffalo to Cleveland, the timing is PERFECT!! I'm really hoping we can go. *everything crossed*

 

[WildHoney]

gotta go work now

Sweet dreams girls

I've got football tonight so won't be on til later

Luv ya

 

[VintagePunk]

Talk to you later Wild, have a great day!

Where DID Snooky go?

 

[~BrightestStar~]

Have a great day Wild!

 

[VintagePunk]

*peeking back in*

Night Bri, if you're still around

 

[Snooky pie]

Where DID Snooky go?

I wasn't dealing MP3's......honest
Night VP

 

[~BrightestStar~]

Slipping inside, you allow the door to quietly swing shut behind you as you enter the darkened aparetment.
You hear a noise, but faster than you can react, arms grab you from behind, pulling you back.
You gasp, and follow your baser instinct to resist, that is until you the sound of a soft voice with a litling accent catches your attention. "You're late."
Relaxing against the warmth against your back, you roll your eyes as you respond that he hardly has the right to complain. A soft chuckle in response, whisper of a kiss to your temple. Turning in his arms, you can just make out his blue eyes in the dim light. And you wish you hadn't. Amazing, you 5 seconds you almost forgot. Almost forgot he was leaving. Leaving here, leaving you, off to run around the world. Off into temptation.
You tried to fight it, you really did. Told yourself not to be a fool, not to fall, but it was of no use. He creeped in and you were his right from the start. You knew he was leaving, and know you'll see him again, but it doesn't hurt any less. Being with him is an addiction....
You meet his gaze. "Stay?" You know he can't.
He pulls you impossibly closer to him, into him. You try to capture every memory...scent, feel, heat, strength, hard, soft...give and take....
He pulls away, envelops your hand with his and leads you into the darkness.
"Close your eyes , luv..." He's up to something, has that little self satisfied smirk. A pause, then you obey. He murmurs his approval.
He's behind you again...hands on your waist, playing with your shirt hem. Warm breath on your cheek..."are you going to miss me?" Against your will, your face drops slightly. Feather light touch up and across your belly....."it's alright...." ..a thumb traces your lower lip, then a tongue. Gently insistent..but when you reach for more he pulls back...leads you towards the bed. "Lie down........no peeking!" You smile. He's gone.........but only for a moment, as you sense the bed creak. And you know he's looking at you, can almost feel his eyes moving over your body...his mouth hovering above your skin.
Hot, wet tongue on your neck.....gentle nip on your shoulder...Mouth and hands exploring every inch. And yours do the same. Trace the strong jaw, taste the sweat slickened neck....the braod chest....
One button, two, three, every inch revealed is tasted, touched, teased.....
...steady hands on your hips, the scrtach of his cheek on your thigh.....
And never once did you peek.
Feel him on you, his weight and warmth......That voice....deeper, rougher.....
"You'll never get me off you......" You whimper as his mouth works down slowly once more, your hands tangled in his hair...."every night....I'll be here....when you go to bed...you'll feel me...taste me....can you feel me luv?" A whimper of response, elicits a quiet moan from him....
"That's it ....mmm....slowly luv....it's alright, yeah, it's alright...we've got all night baby"



And the lesson of the day is, writing never does what you want it to!


Sweet dreams.
Thank you and goodnight.
s

 

[Snooky pie]

Bri

 

[bonoishot]

hi girls just a quick visit! gotta hop oin the bath before work! updatin the songs on my ipod

see you all later, damn work and real life

 

[U2MaNaIcWeIdO]

Bri:

DG: I know your around here somewhere...I see you on Myspace...

 

[Drea]

I'll finish catching up after work (and/or stitch'n'bitch), but for those who were asking, it's pronounced Dree-a *g*

 

[sami0201]

Bri








mornin' girls!

 

[sami0201]

OMG!!!!

 

[Diane L]

It's soooo funny seeing The Posh One, aka the Silver Fox, Adam Clayton wearing a "Larry Mullen Band" T-shirt!!!

They are all soooooo cute