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[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.
Woo-hoo on good V-Days! I had a decently fun one, complete with kissing AND drama (not caused by either myself or kissing!boy) and karaoke.
24- 48 hours notice?
checks BART schedule
Tep, I'm sorry that your dad still doesn't have a diagnosis, and that the non-diagnosis involves Those Words.
juliana, I'm glad to hear you had a decent one and didn't have to kick any puppies. But I do imagine that you have to beat the boys off with a stick looking like you do, beautiful.
Teppy, how frustrating that the doctors haven't found anything. Your father is very lucky to have you near to talk to/listen to those over-educated white coats.
I worked on V-day, and the most exciting thing was an alarm going off in the Rare Book Room because the humidity got too high. (The alarm calls the police, so they showed up thinking the place was flooding.)
D) win the lottery would be good.
but it looks like E) stay in Reno 'til friday , then fly to WI.
Maybe I get to see him next week. I was ok with all this travel when I was going to see him on the weekends.
I was thinking D) kill a man in Reno just to watch him die -- but money is deffinately better
Yay for good V-Day snogging, cuddling and what not!!
are just words that I never ever EVER need to hear from my male parent.
Oh,Teppy, I feel your pain. Since my dad's strokes, his sense of propriety is a bit off. He complained to me a few times about his scrotum hurting. Don't need to hear that, thankyewverymuch.
I hope they figure out what's the what with your dad soon and can make him all shiny.
I think that "Well done!" should be more properly directed at the boy....
See, I'm picturing Pete Rose now.
I think that "Well done!" should be more properly directed at the boy....
See, I'm picturing Pete Rose now.
::snorfle:: I wish! Mais, non. Pas de Pete Rose. Just ice cream and smoochies.
Well, ice cream and smoochies, while no Pete Rose, are pretty sweet.
Oh,Teppy, I feel your pain. Since my dad's strokes, his sense of propriety is a bit off. He complained to me a few times about his scrotum hurting.
I'm still squirming from the time the words "prostate exam" came out of my dad's mouth in my presence before I managed to cut him off.
House:
I thought the possible use of LSD (never admitted) and anti-depressant was very, um, interesting.
Andi observed that the self-testing of the anti-migrane drugs was a very Sherlock Holmesian thing to do.