For the love of god, send me your HIGHDEAS. The topic is: SEX. Why? Because I have a bunch of Highdeas and they're all sex-related and I don't want to be the only one. So go smoke some pot, have some sex, and while you're smoking the postcoital cigarette and trying to think of something clever to say, say "What if there was a (sex related invention/show/movie/sketch/etc." and then say "I'm going to send that in to Lindsay for her Highdeas. Your money's on the dresser."
JUST DO IT.
(thanks!)
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April 21, 2004
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