Ms Dragons & the Rats of NIMH Part II
A little while back you guys might remember a certain poll I ran about a little rat named Justin*. If you need a refresher…click here…
http://pdragon76.livejournal.com/16460.html
…anyhoo… I is leaping back on the vile, evil (anagram alert) plane thing on Tuesday to head back across the Nullarbor to Melbourne for a conference.
This means swanky hotel for three nights, free food (which is just about the Dragons FAVORITE THING), and a couple of days of blindingly boring strategy meetings and breakout sessions.
And, um… I may have booty called the Justin* via text message. Just a little bit. *is far too old to be booty calling*
Dragons: Hey you - I is in Melb next week for a work thing. Wanna hook up?
Justin: Cool. Wednesday night? Dinner and then stuff? I have bought a new car. *sends photo*
Dragons: Nice wheels, Knightrider. Will you take me driving in your chick magnet?
Justin: Sure!
Dragons: Yays! Can’t wait. Call you when I land.
Justin: Okey doke. See ya soon.
Come on, peoples. FREE HOTEL ROOM. What’s a dragon supposed to do?
And J - SHUT IT. I can has Justin* rat if I want.
The Dragons can has her Christmas present early, please?
*not the Justin rat’s real name