Andria's camouflage had one fatal flaw...skin. And directional viewing. And it might have been a shade or two too dark. But hey, an A for effort.
Andria: But that guy...and the...but over there...and what...and how...and....man, I need another drink.
May 2001
Playing with light/darkness/gnats.
Max hopes to one day solve all of the world's problems, one glare at a time.
Justin (internal): That's right baby, bend down to pick up that notebook I "dropped." Oh yeah.
We had superglued Lora's lips together while she napped briefly. Sure, she was angry at first to be stuck with a kissy face, but she lightened up after a good number of the men (and several women) in the alley gave their phone numbers to her.
Steven Y. realizes he really wants a piece of dat puddin'.
Superman - check. Wonderwoman - check. Tarzan - ch...what the hell?!? Meanwhile, Mike Tyson wants to devour all of them.
Sean (to himself): Such a pretty box. All those letters and words. One day god, I promise, I'll learn to read and find out what they say.
Robotic servers were getting more life-like every year.
May 2001
Look under the surface of the water. Yeah, that's tasty.
Foxy also said she'd never met that male badger before, but that turned out to be a big fucking lie now didn't it!
Christy's alternate persona "Sheila", didn't believe in pants.
Josh liked to insert himself between couples, grinning broadly. It was safer that he do it here, at a picnic, than in the bedroom, as he sometimes liked to do.
