Well, I did get paid for it.
So. Very. Weird.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Well, I did get paid for it.
So. Very. Weird.
Hey, I wasn't the one giving their all to love you long time.
No, just the one writing mental fic about it.
Well, I did get paid for it.
That's why you can afford the Lush.
You wouldn't have done it had you known.
No, just the one writing mental fic about it.
So now it's fic, is it? Just because none of it ever actually happened, is that any reason to dismiss it out of hand? You people.
Or, in other words, you're the one with the hookers all up in your tagline. I'm not going looking for the hoors you know. I'm just like the Wombles: making good use of the things that I find. If that happens to be a hoor, then is that any reason for me to abandon my principles?
Ah my young Padawan, I left those hookers on the riverbank long ago. You are still carrying them.
Ah my young Padawan, I left those hookers on the riverbank long ago. You are still carrying them.
Pfft. I greet you with "Trudy! Why you still on the hoors, lady?", and you try to make them my burden. As you will note, I'm too busy dragging a horse to add any hookers.
Put the hookers ON the horse.
Of course, at the next town they'll criticize you for abusing the horse.
Of course, at the next town they'll criticize you for abusing the horse.
S'ok, I'll have hookers to offer them.
S'ok, I'll have hookers to offer them.
The guy in the fable should have pimped his son!
But I'm the MOMMY. OTOH, glad it's Joe getting puked on.
This is from a way back, but I just wanted to affirm that it is far better to NOT be the puked upon parent. Franny unfailingly wants to be in my arms when she is about to barf, so I always get it.