Two Observations
My comment boxes are getting very lonely.
If the events of last night's party are any indication, I need a lot more work on #9 on my To Do List a few posts down.
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7 comments:
Ah, seriously? I found you perfectly charming, minus your mysterious disappearance. Only the missing bike kept me from searching my garage and side yard for your remains.
Nobody comments in my site either...
And I think you are charming, if your online banter in any indication!
You're a bike rider, too, Robinson?!
How do you ride a bicycle drunk, though?
I wasn't sure whether or not I had mysteriously disappeared or not, but I had the hunch that I had, as I don't remember any goodbyes. In any case, I apologize for that. I'm turning into Chris Hoppes.
And yes, Dill, I am a bike rider. I am not a car driver. Not now, not ever. Riding a bike drunk isn't too difficult as long as you're not that drunk. I wasn't very drunk last night, but I was VERY tired--not sure why.
Ah...I've spent all day so far being/feeling very lazy. Maybe my drinks were drugged. Was there something extra in those cocktails, Hannah?
Yes. It was all part of my master plan. Invite tasty graduate students to my house, feed them cheese and sushi, drug their fancy cocktails, and then feed them to my Monty Python-esque rabbit. "Mmmmmm, grad students," he says.
You're only Hoppes-y if you peek in the windows after you've left mysteriously. Or reappear 30 minutes later and look around the room daring people to ask where you'd been.
Is that you, Hoppes???
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