Aw, fuckity. Man, I'm never going to see you folks again, am I?
If we end up with enough Freq Flier miles, we might be going back for ConFusion again.
'Life of the Party'
[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.
Aw, fuckity. Man, I'm never going to see you folks again, am I?
If we end up with enough Freq Flier miles, we might be going back for ConFusion again.
Laura is me. Honestly, I know that there are people on the board who work AND have lives AND can keep up, but I have absolutely no idea how they do it.
And libkitty is me. I've been Princess Lurks-a-lot for the past week and a half, 'cause I just couldn't get caught up, and I never like to skip or skim here 'cause important-life-stuff.
Of course, since it's been so long, I have no meara, but can merely offer hugs all round, -ma as needed, about a dozen belated happy birthdays, and hopes that the rest of this week straightens up and flies right, since it's been a (small b) bitch to WAY too many of my Bitches this week.
{{{Bitches}}}
I know that there are people on the board who work AND have lives AND can keep up
What are these "lives" of which you speak?
Can I tell you about my afternoon?
Why not? Was it awful?
looks around
No lives here. They went somewhere else.
Only if it includes the words: hammer, clouds, and green, Cindy.
How about ATM password, crickets, and making my mother cry.
Oh, Cindy. I can only imagine. Do you need a hug? {{Cindy}} Honestly, caring for parents can be so much more difficult than with kids. Kids you expect to have to teach and follow behind fixing small oopses. NSM with other adults.
How about ATM password, crickets, and making my mother cry.
Do I have to use all three of these in an essay?
Cindy's cricket jotted down the ATM password (though it was told not to) in a desperate bid to keep Cindy's mother from crying.