Me thinks he is unclear about the concept of "courting."
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
BWAHAHA! I find it pretty damn funny, vw. He wants to "expedite the process of courting you."
That sounds oh so romantic. Doesn't it?
Me also thinks he wants to expedite his way into my pants. Which, well, not exactly my style.
Well, it's not very sexy, bug. But you would have a built in board name: Expedite Guy.
Well, he's just expedited himself out of your dating pool, hasn't he?
Pretty much.
He's probably...expeditious all right best minute of your life.
vw, trust your instincts. It is very, very funny. "Expedite the process of courting you." Hah! It sounds like he views dating as a FedEx shipment.
Finals have started = cranky students.
Oh Lord, I rememember those days. There wasn't enough gronk in the world to cover how I felt. Law students are the reason that coffee futures spike in late April/early May and mid-December.
Ok, vw, it's going to be a good ten minutes before I dare to take a sip of water, here. Thanks. Heeheheheheehehhee.
Sad thing is, sister keeps wanting me to fix up her mess. Of course, somehow I'm supposed to do that without throwing anything away, disturbing anything, or pissing her off.
This is a case where you might want to refer her to FLYlady.net. [link] I know I have mentioned it here before, and it is not everyone's cup of tea. But it has been very helpful to me. Ok, so I'm not in perfect control of my clutter, but things are a lot better than they used to be, and I now have a clue as to how to go about de-cluttering for myself.
Expedite! Snerk.
I have seen hotdogs made many times, and that is not what bothers me about them, although I will add: buy all-beef hot dogs or at least hot dogs from a major company. The same is true of balogna. You do not want to know why.
What bothers me about them is that, in order to save effort, my father's mother would boil them right after breakfast. (Keep in mind that hot dogs are already cooked when you buy them.) Then she would set the table and put out the hot dogs on hot dog buns. That meant that, three hours later, we ate cold hot dogs on wet hot dog buns. *shudder*