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.

Thanks, Beej. It's a cold and it'll be gone by the time I head to SF. Which is all that really counts, right?

Well. I suppose. But ugh, none the less.

Good on ya for keeping the chin up. Last time I had multiple ookies at the same time, I was a defeatoid in the first degree. You are in inspiration.

Cookie Monster asks: Is Me really monster?

Does she commonly call him Rachel or only when he's being a weasel?

Trudy, almost all the time, although she thinks his existance on the planet is pretty annoying all the time, so I'd wager he'd be Rachel all the time either way. The only time she doesn't do it is if he has friends over because he can rat out her nickname ("boo boo") to her friends so blackmail works. I laugh every time she does it, because I picture my 4 year old being very serious about having a sister and her sense of betrayal when we told her I was having a boy.

SO fucking funny. Killing me.