OMG! You totally get some jobma too, Ro!
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
job ma to Susan
and job ma to astarte
and go to work ma for me
My ears perk up whenever I see your badass self posting, Ro!
OK, I've been having people I don't think I know friend me on Flickr. I'm not sure they mean to, because they are all men who say they like men, and want to share penis photos.
I'm not a man, I don't have a penis, so I've been declining the offers of friendship.
If I'm getting these offers from someone here or a lurker, sorry, don't mean to be a jerk, but unclear as to why you're friending me.
Also, I find it amusing that the photo of mine that's been viewed the most (~300 times) is of my cat, but the title is "Tummy Cleavage." I'm guessing folks are word-searching "cleavage."
Job~ma, Ro. Sorry.
Job ~ma!
I had a fender bender this morning. Grrrrr. If not for the fact that SHE HIT ME, I would feel sorry for the very frightened undergrad driving the other car because she was obviously upset.
{{{Sparky}}} Are you ok?
{{Gud}} What all the wise people said. I'm so sorry you are going through this.
Job~ma all round!
Yes, everyone involved is okay. I am just annoyed by the event. It meant a long phone call with the insurance people and a trip to the body shop this morning for an estimate. The body shop trip was mitigated by the fact that the body shop owner had pretty blue eyes.
I had a fender bender this morning. Grrrrr. If not for the fact that SHE HIT ME, I would feel sorry for the very frightened undergrad driving the other car because she was obviously upset.
I had one of those once, although it was a bit more than bender-y. A young woman pulled out of a strip mall, turning left right in front of me and I T-Boned her good (no porn intended, but carry on). I was pretty annoyed at first but that evaporated when the story came out that she was not driving her car, not driving her boyfriend's car, not driving her boyfriend's father's car, but in fact was driving her boyfriend's father's company car without his permission, to make a beer run, because her bf and his pals were too loaded to do so themselves at 5pm on a workday. The listening police officer looked at me and the shaking, crying girl and said "this will be pretty straight-forward. I think I have the at-fault figured out."