No, sj. Like Batman, we should make him wish that he was dead.
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
I was too stunned to injure him. I'll blame my lack of reflexes on bereavement.
Now, whenever we hate ourselves, what are we going to do?
We are going to direct that ill-will toward Cliff at the Chinese New Year Party. Got it?
we should make him wish that he was deadThis was my advice as well.
I napped the afternoon away and can't figure out if I want to be awake now or not.
I napped the afternoon away and can't figure out if I want to be awake now or not.
t tickles Cass
Did that make you giggle or enrage you?
we should make him wish that he was dead
This seems like a good plan.
Mostly the rage thing. And by mostly? Yeah, I should go back to sleep post haste.
Persactly. Sleep, ragey-girl.
I was too stunned to injure him. I'll blame my lack of reflexes on bereavement.
y'know sometimes, you just can't say anything to people that are that fucking clueless. You either punch them in the face or say nothing.
Say nothing, because eventually, he'll get his, and he's not worth the time to hit, slap, punch, kick, or insult with cunning wit. Clueless is clueless.
Still, jeebus. What a maroon.
Massive computer mux-up, from my friend's blog last month:
"According to our records, your 1/6/06 payment was received more than 0082823279 days late."
From his post:
3) Even allowing for the letter being written while travelling at the speed of light, I can't excuse this. It's telling me that my January payment is more than 227,000 years late. From a date roughly ten days ago.