Okay, before this year ends/before I go to NY, I swear on my deathbed that I will give Publius to you guys. Then we can MAIL it around the nation. YESSSSS.
PUBLIUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. poor Publius. He is lost somewhere in the depths of the Eleni-closet until her grecian hand reaches down and lifts his poor, slightly tattered self from underneath the coldplay posters and other girly items...*tear*.
underneath girly items......like perfume....make up.....bras and undewear....ewwwww.....lol
Kaitlin--we must make buttons, shirts, and other paraphanalia the picture Publius and coin the slogan "Free Publius" until this siad someone presents Publius at our feet....even then she must grovel and lick my toe-jam before being forgiven.....lol
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underneath girly items......like perfume....make up.....bras and undewear....ewwwww.....lol
Kaitlin--we must make buttons, shirts, and other paraphanalia the picture Publius and coin the slogan "Free Publius" until this siad someone presents Publius at our feet....even then she must grovel and lick my toe-jam before being forgiven.....lol
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and our play was BOMB!
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