On Tue, 20 Sep 1994, Kirk Is. wrote:
> Hey hey-
> It's quarter of seven. I'm scheduled to work, in one lab or
> th'other, straight on 'til midnight. Ick.
> I think I could go for pizza and beer right around soon... pizza
> slathered with sauce and cheese, so much that it's almost sliding off the
> crust, and beer, maybe Sam Adams?- straight from the fridge, a bottle that
> looks me right in the eyes and murmurs "drink me" in low sultry tones.
> I still owe you for the a cappella cd. Let me start making it up to
> you one night with th'hypothetical pizza & S.A. (brewer, patriot)?
do i have to choose between kahlua and ice cream and pizza and sam a.?
please, i don't think i could pick!
just gimme a buzz and i'm there.
"Murmurs 'drink me' in low sultry tones"...heh.