William, William, William, tears of joy. Of course!Bec impresses me nearly as much as you. Those are just lovely words, I can only pretend to imagine how much it means to you to hear them from her.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
William, William, William, tears of joy. Of course!Bec impresses me nearly as much as you. Those are just lovely words, I can only pretend to imagine how much it means to you to hear them from her.
Fairly felonious.Bugger. It's only 15 miles... It seems it should be less bad if it is only 15 miles.
I'm not sure what your excuse it.Spasmatic back mostly.
Trudy's drinking songs are fun. There are more than a few answering machines with "Under a Pile of Whores" on them.
Bec impresses me nearly as much as you. Those are just lovely words, I can only pretend to imagine how much it means to you to hear them from her.
Yeah. Apparently AS has been talking about me at work. Her work is subject to the whole "billytea likes carrots!" treatment. So she has in the past been scornful of people who would even potentially put themselves in the position of being homewreckers, and now she's told them that I'm separated and they're a little agog. Now I'm imagining that she'll turn up one day saying "No, it's ok, his wife emailed me and she's cool with it."
You need to publish a book of drinking songs, with this and "Under a pile of whores" and any other songs you want to compose.
Yes, this is a brilliant idea. I wish I could have saved my phone message from that F2F forever. One of the best messages ever.
I suspect that Tequila, Lard and the Very Scent of Sin is a more rolicking tune than Under a Pile of Whores.
I suspect that Tequila, Lard and the Very Scent of Sin is a more rolicking tune than Under a Pile of Whores.
Oh yes. And Me, You, and the Thai hooker of your choice would probably be a little more downbeat, I'm thinking Show Me The Way To Go Home in feel.
Now I'm imagining that she'll turn up one day saying "No, it's ok, his wife emailed me and she's cool with it."Can you film their reactions? Because I don't know what comes after agog.
and the Very Scent of SinIt was TJ. That was raw sewage.
Can you film their reactions? Because I don't know what comes after agog.
That's why America so desperately needs to embrace 'gobsmacked'.
That's why America so desperately needs to embrace 'gobsmacked'.
I have embraced it. It's a good word.
Also, great e-mail from Bec. So glad things are working out for you.
For P-C: Indian Courtship With a U.S. Touch
The venerable South Asian tradition of arranged marriages has taken on an American reinvention. Dr. Patel's mother and father had a hand in their daughter's selection. They were in touch with friends, cousins and cousins of cousins for suggestions about whom she should marry. But Dr. Patel was free to reject them all.
Only over dinner with Dr. Shah - her ninth suitor - did she finally begin a courtship that was fueled as much by chemical attraction as by familial interest. Her marriage, as some young Indians refer to it, was "love-cum-arranged."
I'm thinking "love-cum-arranged" is not the best term they could have come up with....