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.
Ack! I should have known that.
'Get It Done'
[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.
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.
Ack! I should have known that.
But -- you need more sassy friends in the Bay area.
I have an idea! Why don't you move here?!?
I Am The Stupidest.
Unpossible!
But -- you need more sassy friends in the Bay area.
I have an idea! Why don't you move here?!?
Sirrah, I am no Betty. Those are boots I might want to lick but certainly could never fill.
Hec, are you sure you don't work for the Chamber of Commerce?
Hec, are you sure you don't work for the Chamber of Commerce?
I was going to guess a band of white slavers, but Chamber of Commerce works.
Sirrah, I am no Betty. Those are boots I might want to lick but certainly could never fill.
I think you're probably having more adventures now than she is at the moment. Plus you're very sassy.
Just got off the phone with bitchy and unhelpful Cust Svc rep at US Bank. Not helping my mood. Hint: if the reason I can't logon is an error at your end, and I'm concerned that my payment will be late...offer to waive the fee to take it over the phone, bitch! Sheesh!
As you were.
Expand the expressions of your fannishness! Carve Buffy or Spike on your Jack-O-Lantern!
Too lame? How about Batman (from Batman Begins, specifically), Johnny Depp Wonka, or Corpse Bride characters?
The internet. Is there nothing it can't do?
Tep- my back is much better. Now it just gets a little stiff when sitting at my desk. I got stupid drunk in that, "hey this is how I used to drink in college, which is when I last saw these folks" way on Sunday night (after driving for 6 hours in the teeny Escort) and I woke up on Monday morning with a terrible hangover but a much improved back. I don't know, it was likely a coincidence, but the hangover v. searing constant back pain tradeoff was a good one. But the hangover was a doozy, as one might expect, for that kind of reward.
Also, I must remember how I CANNOT drink like I drank in college. Sheesh. But it was all fun, until waking up.