Until you either do not go or go to Wil Wheaton’s party, you are simultaneously my friend and not my friend. I’m characterizing this phenomenon as Schrödinger's Friendship.

He's just put salt in his tea instead of sugar. What a comical error!

Nevertheless, I was wholly incapable of keeping my paws from my dong once it started the climb up my belly.

Like a box of crayons, we are all born with an astounding range of color options, from Mauvelous to Tickle Me Pink.