Support Services Meeting: The Park, Friday After Classes
Much like the posters, though not as deliberately, the setup for today's meeting was a little more...restrained than usual. Mostly because Francine was sitting at one of the picnic tables with an honest to God old-fashioned ice-bag pressed to her head.
If that wasn't a signal that your co-hostess and her lovely breasts were just a little under par today, feast your eyes on the array of baked goods.
From Jeff, God of Biscuits. Yeah.
Meaningful to only a few, perhaps, there was not a brownie in sight.
[OOC: The OCD has arrived! Open for your pleasure. Still not dirty.]
If that wasn't a signal that your co-hostess and her lovely breasts were just a little under par today, feast your eyes on the array of baked goods.
From Jeff, God of Biscuits. Yeah.
Meaningful to only a few, perhaps, there was not a brownie in sight.
[OOC: The OCD has arrived! Open for your pleasure. Still not dirty.]