Private Message to Winc
Scratch:Honey, I’m in an IM storm.
Winc:What’s happening?
Scratch:Dunno. I called Holiday a man, maybe?
Winc:LOL! Dastardly thing to do, m’dear.
Scratch:What is?
Winc:Calling a man a man when he’s in the women’s room.
Private Message to Holiday
Scratch:Gosh, Holiday, you must be about 17.
Holiday:17 or not, you donut bumper, you have to buy a plastic electrical device to get off.
Donut bumper?! I didn’t follow up that conversation, but I was falling off my chair laughing.
Private Message to Winc
Scratch:Where exactly is a “donut bumper” on the anatomy?
Winc:::looking down:: no donuts here! ::smiling:: Nice pie, though.
Scratch:No, seriously, I—aw, forget it.
Winc:Mmph!
Holiday:Are you scared to talk about our sexuality?
Emily:What’s the topic tonight?
MizMaid:Holiday, are you provoking?
Winc:“Our” sexuality, Holiday?
Debbie:Well MizMaid, I think he’s trying to.
Slim:Any bi women out there?
Emily:Any single mothers here?
Minn:Any bohemians here?
Emily:All of the above!
Princess:Anyone in love out there?
Princess:That’s a start. Age, sex check?
Winc:Fine/yes.
Emily:Let’s talk about pathological assholes. Any practical advice on how I don’t have to put up with a guy just because I had a child by him?
Princess:Homicide?