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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:19 pm
Oh snap. Even parking attendants can't escape her charms.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:20 pm
*Raven and W double over in laughter.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:21 pm
HelenaBertinelli heart domokun heart domokun heart whee
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:22 pm
*Bites Helena in the neck.* domokun
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:22 pm
Wait, what are they laughing about?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:24 pm
Dinah Lance *Bites Helena in the neck.* domokun eek Kinky! blaugh
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:25 pm
*W and Raven fight to regain their composure as Rumsfeld enters the room dragging a desktop computer with him.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:26 pm
HelenaBertinelli Wait, what are they laughing about? *Looks at the screen with her teeth still in Helena's neck and shrugs.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:26 pm
Rumsfeld. stare That guy can ruin a wet dream. In fact, he did... stare
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:28 pm
Dinah Lance HelenaBertinelli Wait, what are they laughing about? *Looks at the screen with her teeth still in Helena's neck and shrugs.* I trust you approve of my choice of soap, Dinah?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:29 pm
Rumsfeld: stare
*Raven snaps an elastic at his head.*
What the ********, man! domokun
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:30 pm
HelenaBertinelli I trust you approve of my choice of soap, Dinah? Indeed. Is that Paper Street Soap Company?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:37 pm
uhh.., not quite.
*Looks at screen*
What is the secretary of defense doing there any way?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:38 pm
HelenaBertinelli uhh.., not quite. *Looks at screen* What is the secretary of defense doing there any way? I thought the Secretary of Defence was that mustache wearing drunk who flies around in a red and gold tin can?
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