t wanders into thread
t looks around
Bitches!
This post brought to you by the tire repair shop having the interbunny and the beverage coffee.
Talked to, no shit, Sergeant Randy Force.(I've been snickering at his name for about half my life, but it's made him a very good-humored person. Cass probably remembers him from school.)
Such a nice guy. I do remember him. I skipped, whyfore was erika talking to PIO Force?
Huh. How best to, ahem, revive Trudes...?
t sees Cass
t pokes Cass
It ain't real, I tell ya. This here's one of them there ha'nts.
Huh, I see my sense of timing is still excellent. I catch up from a week of missing Bitches to hot Artificial Respiration Action. Carry on.
Hot GIRL ON GIRL Artificial Respiration Action.
t sends kisses cross-country
(These kisses have my permission to stop at any and all Buffistas they pass on the way.)
Can anything beyond waiting (and, obviously, not being dumb enough to fall in the first place) be done for a sprained toe?
I can't recommend Sam highly enough. Sure, he's kinda scary, but he's pretty much the reason I am a teacher. He left LA to start this school, and he's sorely missed.
The one class I took from him made me wish I didn't suck/wasn't injured/wasn't worried about Alibelle who was trying not to puke, because I wanted to be able to do what he wanted me to. I couldn't, but he still impressed me.
I'm glad I have an office, because I am giggling imagining conversations at the Miracleborns between a Krav empowered 16 year old Emma, Joe, and the poor boy waiting on the porch for his date.
eta: Hi Cass!
"Dad! I can kick his ass myself, thank you very much. Put the shotgun away."