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Wed 2 Aug, 2006 08:42 pm
She's been running around A2K like a mad woman, asking everyone in sight, "What do you do with faucets? WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU DO WITH FAUCETS?!!!"
People are becoming alarmed at her erratic behavior. She has that crazed look in her eyes. The last time I saw her she was cowering in the corner, her eyes wild, hair messed up, and she was muttering, "Must discover the faucet secret...must find faucet...must find faucet..."
The poor girl.
Somewhere in Chicago a woman scurries in the shadows and lies on the ground by the side of the house.
Soon pleasurable moans and the sound of running water fill the air...
In the distance.... a dog barks.
Nix the dog, it's too distracting....
oops, company!
Hi littlek, it's all joe's fault.
I'm sorry, was this thread private?
no, no, not at all.
Do you know what one does with faucets?
I discovered faucets when I was six or seven.
I think I've lived a sheltered life.
Me too, littlek, but I'm getting the drift.
Not the drift...the trickle.
Yeah, it's begining to soak in for me, too.
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