Diamond raised her beer in a toast and joined in the chanting of Nurunar and Saucepan Man’s shortened monikers. The beer had worked to calm her nerves quite well, and she called out, “Hooray for the Quiz Room award! You deserve it, Saucy Man! One look at your puzzles is like ‘Mudwater to my brain, and I salute you! Nuru too-ru! Go you two! Hooah!”
She settled back into her chair, and thwaped herself with the ever-so-handy package of Davidoffs, attempting to reach that elusive middle ground betwixt embarrassed shyness and uninhibited gregarious displays of tipsy towardliness.
[ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: Diamond18 ]
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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