Woo hoo! Technical consultants!
I'll let her pick which league, she's my boss in regards to racing.
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Woo hoo! Technical consultants!
I'll let her pick which league, she's my boss in regards to racing.
secret ms. to cass: JUST IN REGARDS TO RACING, MISSY!
I just reserved a zipcar to head out and clean out my car and take off the license plates. This is gonna be sad, but at least I get to have lunch with my dad.
Woo hoo! Technical consultants!
oh yeah! And you'll totally get namechecked in the credits if we ever record the song someday.
I just reserved a zipcar to head out and clean out my car and take off the license plates. This is gonna be sad
I know how you feel. I took care of my car last Friday (I still have to turn my plates in and cancel my insurance) and the fact that it doesn't look too bad from the outside is infuriating.
Also, having just caught up: {{{{Teppy}}}} That's horrible. Asshat doctors.
Fab, y'all, two advantages of the three million there are(No, three, sometimes I get an AB's spot in line, which totally makes up for a lifetime of oppression. Thanks.) But that's what I get, having a Hummel face and Denis Leary's soul. Although if I was a really great friend, I'd have left it for ita to take from Denis Buffy style, a la moment of perfect coital happiness.
{{{Cass}}}
{{{MG}}}
Teppy, I admire your restraint.
well, FRELL. On my way out the house door I discovered that the little leather pouch that holds my nail clippers and my chapstick and other important purse stuff was missing; I decided to go on and get the hell out of Dodge.
Now I am at work and I have just realized that that pouch contains my migraine drugs and I have that warning buzz in my left temple that may or may not amount to anything.
No-migraine-ma, please.