Dinner. My place. Saturday at 6 p.m. Bring yourself and a dish.
Note: If the dish is your girlfriend, bring two dishes. One must be a food item in your hand. The other can be a hottie on your arm.
For those that come, you will be met by friendly faces and more food! (The G-Man's making brownies!) Who could resist? I know I couldn't. We'll maybe those of you who read this and are far from KC have no choice but resist. Sorry. It's mean of me to taunt you with delicious food and my wonderful company.
- theCallowQueen
- In the down-hill tumble of life, I'm okay with the scratches and bruises; it's the broken bones that I'm trying to avoid.
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