Hey Burrell, I just got your message from earlier. My phone is totally jacked!
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Your phone and mine, Kat. It's amazing we can communicate at all. Anyway, I'm home, but my hands will be full for, oh, 1/2 an hour or so.
Burrell needs a headset.
Sara, obviously your cat has hacked into your company's network in a ploy to avoid getting medicated.
Ah, but *what* has the cat hacked into the network? t tech pulls out hairball, looks very worried
Tom, you can totally do this. Not gonna say it'll be easy, because I really don't think it will, but you can do it never the less.
As in, "I have to get up in the middle of the fucking night to test the new blahblah before it goes live. But at least there's a low likelihood that I'll receive an episiotomy in the process."
Hmm. I may adopt this for things like late night feedings and Spit Up Disasters (to bring it ALL back to curdled milk).
However, I've gotta say that in some ways, having natural tears stitched up beats attempting to feed someone at 3am, being as the former was a one-time thing rather than a nightly issue.
Work has just pissed me off. WhatEV.
I've also read some really depressing rumours about Dave Chappelle being batshit crazy. Okay, I don't think he was ever what you'd call normal, but that's sad.
I'm also in receipt of spam trying to sell me Christian Satellite TV. Unless by Christian you mean Bale, please leave me the fuck alone.
I just burned toast in a major way. There's smoke everywhere. Stupid toaster.
What's on Christian Satellite TV, or is just regular satellite TV sold by Christians?
Gud, pay-per-view Rapture.
Gud, pay-per-view Rapture.
The Rapture will not be televised.
But it totally should be! That would be some exciting stuff.