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[ptpgrad]

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)

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[bearly525.livejournal.com]

*shriek*

I thought we said no masks, we would just be ourselves!

:p

[dawntreader]

"i hope i didn't crowd out Tristan and Smudge."

[capi.livejournal.com]

*gasp*

*tug*

Let's *play*!!!!! *giggle*

[ca-amethyst.livejournal.com]

As long as we weren't snuggled when we woke up I'd be fine. I love you ... just not like that. ;)

[dpaul007.livejournal.com]

"Wow, there really IS a heaven!"

[thatliardiego.livejournal.com]

"Okay, you, me and three cats is just too much, dammit -- somebody's got to go!"

[greendalek.livejournal.com]

Wow! Remind me to thank Stupina for leaving me her e-mail addy. Now then...where's my sketchbook?

[renfestgeek.livejournal.com]

Hey we were married. What happened, and I am in so much trouble

[bittibuddha.livejournal.com]

"I'm writing Krons Chocolates a testimonial letter because of this."

[faireraven.livejournal.com]

Good morning! :)

[rsteachout.livejournal.com]

Waitaminute, this isn't *my* redhead!

[cyberkender.livejournal.com]

"Religion is sooo much better when the preisthood gets direct contact with their Goddess..."
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[ptpgrad]

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

[cyberkender.livejournal.com]

Ahh, the sweet sounds of laughter. My work here is done.
*Riding madly off in all directions, leaving a pint of Cool Britania behind*

[ptpgrad]

You always did know the way to my...heart

If they still made cool brittania...and I could eat shortbread....sigh

[pyratelady.livejournal.com]

God god... are we at Jay and Cynthia's? What year is it?

[scaleslea.livejournal.com]

First thought: Ok... how did this happen? Followed by a quick memory search...
Second thought: How much trouble am I in?
Third thought: And with WHOM?!?

About then it's time to take inventory of myself... or turn over and go back to sleep, hoping I'll be awakend with something more pleasant than pummeling.

My sense of responsibility and self-preservation keep overwhelming my sense of lechery. It's one of my failings...