You All Went to Bora Bora Without Me, Didn't You?

[ithildin]

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I want to go to Bora Bora too!! [pout]

Fine, I'll just sit here and sob pitifully till y'all return. Le sigh, le weep, le boo hoo.

Comments

[silvercobwebs.livejournal.com]

*waves from tropical seas*

MacLeod is my cabana boy.

...

Okay, okay, so maybe I'm indulging in just a little fantasy here. But I could definitely do with the trip. Someone please just pop me down right here (http://homepages.wmich.edu/~m4young/Bora-Bora.jpg) for a week or three...

[ithildyn.livejournal.com]

Seriously, a trip to Bora Bora, the Cook Islands, etc, is like my ultimate fantasy trip. God knows if I'll ever get there, but a girl can dream.

[mischief5.livejournal.com]

Hey, you stole my fantasy! Right down to the hammock and the cabana boy named Mac! Thief! Give. Him. Back! *tugs really hard*

[dejla.livejournal.com]

Whoa, hang on. Fantasies are like clouds. They clone themselves. One for everybody!

[mischief5.livejournal.com]

Oh. I do apologize. (Really? Cloned fantasies?) Ahem. Very sorry, dear. *dusts it off and hands it back* I really have to stop drinking rum in the afternoon...

[dejla.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. They clone themselves. Sometimes spontaneously. But I think you really ought to let the cabana boy put his towel back on. He might sunburn. In uncomfortable places. Unless you're going to take turns on who puts suntan lotion on whom.

[mischief5.livejournal.com]

Um, wait a minute. If the fantasies clone themselves, then the cabana boys do too. She can rub down hers; I'll rub down mine...slowly...VBEG

[dejla.livejournal.com]

I actually meant whether he was going to rub you down, or you were going to rub him--down.

[mischief5.livejournal.com]

Oh. Ohhhhh. See, got carried away there again. That little greed/jealousy thingy...you know...

Well, shit. Never mind.

[ithildyn.livejournal.com]

Well, Methos is my cabana boy, so you can have all the Duncan clones you like! [g]

[silvercobwebs.livejournal.com]

Well, I certainly can't fault your tastes *g*.
Fortunately I think some kind of time-share could be worked out... ; )