Please free me from this conference call. I hate the systems where you announce your name, and so it names you when you click off. Sometimes (like now) I play nice and give my name, but now I can't sneak away in the middle.

I've been doing other work during most of the call anyway, so I have no clear of idea of what they're talking about.

Plus I'm the lightheaded again.

No funny syphillis

Damn, I *never* know anyone with syphillis! My friends are too clean-living.

Penicillin really has ruined all the fun.

My friends are too clean-living.

And here I am wondering if mine are too dirty. I can't swear there's any syphilis, but we could trade and see. That way I can be relatively dirty again.

My friends are too clean-living.

And here I am wondering if mine are too dirty.

My friends are pretty damn dirty, but apparently they paid attention in the safer-sex lecture.

My friends are pretty damn dirty, but apparently they paid attention in the safer-sex lecture

NO FUN. I mean, apart from where it's more fun.

I guess I'll just have to wait until Jesse gets a hooker for me, and then do something terribly dirty to start evening things out.

My friends are too clean-living.

And here I am wondering if mine are too dirty.

See, between the two of you, you have a full set of friends who are just exactly dirty enough.

My irony of the day - I'm so full of antibiotics that I'm probably killing bacteria ten feet from my body. So I come down with a cold - a VIRUS.

Some more pictures from the Power Tool Drag Race:

Belt sander being ridden by Nun-doll holding a bong: [link]

Power tool being ridden by a burning Teddy Bear: [link] [link] [link]

My irony of the day - I'm so full of antibiotics that I'm probably killing bacteria ten feet from my body. So I come down with a cold - a VIRUS.

no. No. NO! How awful Todd. What might comfort you now? A little song? Perhaps healing haiku? A slightly off color joke? Loads of healing ~ma coming your way.