They're in cahoots.
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Not sure, but I think MM is to blame. Again. Or possibly the ferrets.
Definitely blame MM. It may not be correct but it's funnier.
Dear Assorted Guys I Walked Past on My Way to and From the Cafeteria...
... the nice goth-girl's husband is willing to be prowling 30 feet behind her in his car. He will be happy to mount the curb and squash the lecherous grin from your over-entitled faces.
Cos. Humph.
The nice goth-girl's husband is willing to be prowling 30 feet behind her in his car.
Awwww. But you can't get the car near the cafeteria or the walkways & stairs leading to & from it.
you can't get the car near the cafeteria or the walkways & stairs leading to & from it.
Maybe not stealthily...
Two words: Air Drop.
Please god will somebody make this seventy-five hour day end already? Won't somebody think of the children me?
Preach it, Brenda!
As soon as I finish working on this scorecard, I'm leaving the office.
And by "finish working on this scorecard" I mean - as soon as my boss stops chit-chatting and gets the hell out of the building.
brenda, I think you already got your lucky moment, in that the misdirected e-mail was a nice one, rather than a "That bitch" one. That said, it's 5:19 here, so I think you should get to go home now, because you have so many friends and acquaintances in the eastern time zone.
brenda, I think you already got your lucky moment, in that the misdirected e-mail was a nice one, rather than a "That bitch" one.
Oh, don't I know it. I'm still a little panicky, even though I've already gotten a v. nice response to my mea culpa.
so I think you should get to go home now, because you have so many friends and acquaintances in the eastern time zone.
OK!
My sister just called me with more good news. Twins.
::headcouchheadcouch::
Due in November. Which at least begins to explain her massive mood swings (okay, miserable extreme bitchiness) just before I moved.
This weekend? Take pictures of broken stuff cause I finally remembered to buy a disposable camera today. Yay me.