Is it a Swingline? I met somebody online who called herself Milton something, but she didn't get the joke and made me feel really stupid for going on about staplers.
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.
Hec, have you been taunting the cat gods again? That is too funny.
I have been scritching cats with more than usual frequency, having been to Deb's house in the last month. What more do they want?
Is it a Swingline?
Shit! I went to look and it's missing. KHAAAAANNNNNN!!!1!!
Hec, I saw a stand at the mall selling those "cats" and they also have "dogs". It is just creepy...creeeeeeee-pyyyyyyyyyy.
The oddest part was when we got home that day, our cat was curled up in the same position and could have easily subbed for one of the "cats".
Well, as long as you're getting some joy out of it.
I also felt a bit of joy.
Oh, no, they can't take it...it's your personal stapler. When my mom's school has spirit day, I give her a hard time about her "flair"(That sort of thing is why mom has a "This is my Halloween costume," t-shirt.)
I also felt a bit of joy.
I am the Joy Spreader!
Good thing people around here aren't into innunedo, or you could really work with that.
okay, stomach, YOU MUST CHILL! Now picturing Lloyd rubbing my stomach...well, that makes the rest of me better, if not the tum
Have I mentioned I also love erika? 'Cuz I do. My sistah in the Say Anything quotage!
I am the Joy Spreader!
Good thing people around here aren't into innunedo, or you could really work with that.
"Hm, Hec's spreading his--no, no, don't finish that thought" was honestly the very first thing through my head.
After wishing I had a sleeping kittie on my desk right now.
Us?
No way.
Huh huh huh.
I must still be a little off or I'd have one for you...stupid weak stomach.
Epic, funnier yet, I've got Mom doing it. My dog barks in the middle of the night, sometimes it sounds like "Arf!"
"You must chill, Betsy."
Sometimes it works...
Plus side, my friend Betty is back in town for the day
Betty moved? I didn't know that!
I don't know why people think I know what I'm doing, but it's a fucking lie, I tell you what.
You bluff well, apparently. (Now, on a serious note, how is your back?)
Teppy, don't you bury a statue of St. Anthony in the yard, if you want to sell your house?
St. Joseph, upside-down, in the front yard. Really. Cincinnati is a very Catholic city, and people who buy houses and then tear up the yard to landscape *often* find a St. Joseph statue.