Sun Fest

[Bff Biff]

Send our classy broads to the sunfest.com

Collections will begin, as soon as the guys can pony up, and admit it would be tough, but nice, to send these fine vixens (our NCT broads (including LT) to a week of boy-free fun in the land of the sun.

Sunny Jamaica......... :shutup: :shutup: :shutup:

[Jake]

Hah Hah! I can almost hear the cyber smacking on the back of your head now! Heh.

[Bff Biff]

Put my foot in it, didn't I.

Nevermind, Jake has it right. Send the men, to the sun!!

[Jake]

Now you're talking, my friend! What should I bring? ;)

[Bff Biff]

A donut for protection of privates, and sunscreen. Yeh... the more I think of it, us guys should be sent to the sun, eh?

BTW.. my head still hurts, from the cyber-smacking I received. Just can't be thoughtful of the ladies anymore.

[Diva]

I was just in Florida for my uncle's Funeral. I will never go back! When I left at 6AM it was already 78'F and 100% humidity. Yuck!

[Bff Biff]

I agree whole heartedly. Diva should never go back to Florida. Especially at 6:00 AM.....

Any one want to second that???

[Jake]

I second that! No body should be up at 6 AM. Unless they are going to sleep, that is.

[Bff Biff]

Bingo... the motion is passed... no more early rising for all NCT folks.

[Jennafer]

I like FA. But that's where the grandparents and relatives live so I have cool memories from there. (and a free condo to use, can't beat that.) The humidity is hard though. Sorry about your Uncle Diva. Maybe that's why FA doesn't bother me, cause no funerals there for me. On to another subject....? "happy thoughts....."

[dc]

I grew up in Florida.

YEA!

[Jennafer]

That's cool. I like it now.....little lizards everywhere and "fishing" I miss my grandparents and it's weird being in their condo. My Grandma died in the condo from cancer. She had a friend who luckily was a doc and gave her a lethal dose of Morphine to put her out of her misery. She had pancreatic cancer and was in so much pain...I was like 15 when she said and cried "you're not going to have a grandma anymore....." So, at that age, to cope....I flipped out and ran away. I ended up in jail for 36 fucking days! I wasn't going to tell my PO, who helped me survive and took care of me, so the bitch kept me in there. I was like too bad....I think it was cool for some biker dude who had a girlfriend (my friend) who took me in and let me eat and sleep and gave me a roof over my head and did not want "anything" in return. Just the fact that he cared? (And loved having two blondes to come home too.) But, he died at 25 from chopping trees an hit an electrical cord or something.....I used to think he was "so" old....Now, I'm like 25? (ok. no more depressing shit!) It was funny though....I'd go out w/guys and come home and they'd tell me, "I was grounded." lol.