What a day, my friends, what a day. I sat on the plane for eight hours next to the only Dutchman who pumps iron. He was blond and 6'6 and shoved into the seat like a defensive linebacker in a tutu. Oh and did I mention really attractive? The flight attendants kept attempting to push immigrations forms on us, because we apparently looked like a couple. Hey, I'll take it, if they think I could be this dude's girlfriend, Christian Bale can't be that far off.
Anyway, I have left the world of pancake boats and wii mario-kart (more on this later), and am now hanging out with memphis86 as she eats yogurt-covered welch snacks. What will they think of next?
Whatever, basically I plan to get her drunk so that she'll write this ridiculous fic prompt she bandied about. I won't say what it is, because that'll ruin it, BUT YOU SHOULD SECOND MY ENDEAVOR TO ALCOHOLATE HER!