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Mm, these *are* nice! But I always like a nice tight butt!

<grabs Miss T's behind and lifts her up, and then drives her back down into the jell-o>

I'm sorry hussey, but Cobie and I have been an item for years, and he's my husband now. I thought you understood the whole open relationship thing...after all, aren't you also using her hussey ways on Future, Kent Shakespeare and Eryk Davis Ester? There's enough males for both of us here...although I claim the right to all of them at least a little!

*tee hee*

you forgot to mention Lou, Abin, Lashkins, Semi T., VU, Numfies, Far, and Firebow!!!!!!!

(Pulling out all the stops, I "zerbert" Space Tart's belly and while she's in a tizzy from giggling, I turn her over and straddle her, slapping her hind quarters till she gives!)

<I roll back over, just when Miss T think she has me on the ropes>

Sorry hussey, but I've induldged you long enough.

<Flips Miss T over, and lays her on her back. Just as she looks like she's ready to say something, I kiss her lips, shocking her. While she's shocked, I pin her shoulders and win the match>

Looks like I win! But you did a good job, Miss T. Why don't we hit the showers and have a nice drink?

*tee hee*

I think I'm starting to like you!

Aw man. With my lens all steamed up I don't think I got any of that on film...

Still unsure how I lost but - *damn* that was a good kiss!

Tart, would you mind if I wrestled Cobie for his ownership papers on you? *tee hee*

Now *that* sounds like a fun idea!

*titter of amusement*

Golly! I have this big ol' pit of peanut butter. And I'm freshly showered from my last bout. I wonder if Cobie Bear will stop by to accept my challenge. *tee hee*

Good grief!

What did I miss?

I demand a three way nude wrestling match with Miss T and Space Tart right now!

I'm torn between the pristine femininity of Space Tart and the unmatchable masculinity of Cobalt Kid!

*sigh*

(Jumps into the pit of peanut butter, hoping Cobie notices my jelly.)

Hrun walks in and lifts Space Tart up with one hand.

"Well?"

Oh, you'll peanut butter wrestle, but not mud-wrestle? Snob!

Dude, have you ever tasted mud? Peanut butter is the better way to go on this.

Mud is better for spectators. When it comes to public wrestling, I prefer to be a spectator. Now private wrestling is a different matter...

Not

going

to

wrestle!

Put your muffins in a thong and hit the mud pit, yourself!

Alright, I'll send our a holo-amendment to the flier telling all your fans that the match is off. Instead, how about entertaining us all at the Beacon with your unique song stylings, backed up by a swing band?

Out of respect to the Ggrrggian, I shan't be performing anything anywhere for at least a week. My cascading melodies combined with the hungry undulations of my hips and soft jiggling of my Naltori moons would surely lead to distraction.

Besides I'd rather listen to Mrs. Hill and Viv sing.

We shall eargerly await your return to the stage.

Isn't all the world a stage?

It really is my day for old Wills isn't it?

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Whew, Slumber Girl, I'm liking the new look. Hubba hubba (I'm going retro in my vernacular).

I clean up pretty well.

Would SHAKES be an homage to Wills?

No, SHAKES is an homage to my town - San Francisco. All my best quakes have been here.

Well that makes sense. What's the worst quake you've been though (how high on the scale)?

The worst quake was the one in 1989 - a 7.1 and the worst to hit the Bay Area since the quake of 1906. 62 people died and there was over $3 billion damage. Part of the Bay Bridge collapsed.

In 1989, I was in my final year of law school. I was working part time as a law clerk for a large firm downtown. When the quake hit, I was in the firm's library on the 22 floor of Embarcadero Two (a tall building near the bay). The building is actually on rollers so it is designed to sway during a quake - which it did. Unfortunately, all the bookshelfs were parallel to the direction of the swaying so books were flying everywhere. (After if was over, every book was on the floor). I ran to a doorway and stood in it. Then the lights went out. I had an idea by this time that this was a bad quake. An announcement came on to clear the building, so everyone started descending by the stairwells. When I got to the street, it was a mass of dazed and confused people. An historic brick building across the street had completely collapsed. Like thousands of other people, I started walking up Market Street because the buses or subway were not running. Traffic was at a standstill. As I passed Civic Center, I saw one building with water gushing down four stories inside its glass facade. The exodus of people was surreal, almost like a science fiction movie. I walked 3 miles to the Castro district to pick up my c ar and drove home. I lived on a hill at the time, which was all bedrock. My place had no damage at all. Since there was no electricity, I went to a friend's where about 20 people congregated for a barbeque. It was fun and spooky. The city was dark, but from our hill one could see sporadic outbreaks of fire and hear sirens. Apparently there was some looting that night.

Being from Georgia, I have no experiential concept of what an earthquake would be like. Would you hold me?