The sad part is, I bet there's a legit audience for a service like that. People with herpes, it can be kind of a bar to dating people without herpes. The people without aren't big fans.

(There are better treatments for syphilis than for herpes, but the word "syphilis" is a lot scarier to say.)

Hopefully your unwelcome tenant didn't leave you the kind of presents mine has recently, Gus. I'm crossing my fingers that the more humane mousetrap I'm borrowing from my cousin tonight will bear karmic rewards and let me relocate Stuart Little to a field somewhere.

"syphilis"

Now there will be bad dreams, with sibilant snake creatures. Hissing.

Thanks.

Hey, I think the funny syphilis might be charming.

No, wait, I'm lying.

Don't take the A train. (Bugmenot.)

It seems that a homeless man set his shopping cart on fire. The resulting blaze made it impossible to use the C line; the A line is now trying to carry the traffic of C and A combined.

Infrastructure is a fragile thing.

Infrastructure is a fragile thing.

Tell me about it.

Signed, barely fit on the fekkin train this morning and not looking forward to getting home

Betsy, do you still have the link for those little infant socks with the mary janes? (That was you right? If not, see below.)

P-C: I learnt all my crazy talk from The Man. Science was learnt from the young. Be young. Don't be The Man.

edited: Slaughering Natter since Two-thousand-Aught-Aught!

Yes, because trying to decipher that made my head explode.

Semi-seriously: If the homeless thing has reached the Unknowing Mid-West, has some kind of threshold been passed?

eta: Brenda, blame The Man. It usually gets a few knowing nods.

It was these (not cheap) socks. [link]

Gus, I am so aghast at your unwanted housesitter and your inability to evict him unaided due to Homeowning While Black that I find myself forced to cobble together a new not-a-word in order to adequately convey the expression on my face. I'm sitting here reading the thread, slack-and-flabberjawed.