Scanning some almost-junk mail this morning, I found that I'm invited to "an alcohol-free evening of fun, dancing hors d'oevres and a silent auction."
I just wouldn't feel right eating them, even if I could catch one...
I just wouldn't feel right eating them, even if I could catch one...
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Date: 2003-03-17 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-17 06:29 am (UTC)Hrm. Maybe the silent auction is to buy hors d'oevre pets?
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Date: 2003-03-17 06:57 am (UTC)Pervert.