Oh, Not!Emily SO wants to die. He just complained about all the stuff in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Wash ,'War Stories'
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.
Edgewater Cafe
Whoops. Probably have a mental block on that as our primary consultant company is Edgewater Technologies and I'm still a little freaked out about what happened there.
A Passage To India
Yay! Glad to know that's a good place. I think they are an offshoot of a place in the Boston area, but am memfaulting on the details.
Oh, for the love of skinks! You know, vw, if you beat Not!Emily to death with a soup ladle and show a print out of this thread to the homicide cops I doubt they'll even bother to charge you.
I told him I was extra cranky, and he might not want to mess with me.
And Not!Emily just made it into the Crappy Overall Person Hall of Fame.
hands over trophy, which promptly breaks and crushes his toe
"I told him not to pop that gum, one more time. And he did."
Sorry about crankiness and other problems, vw. (Very good to see you this weekend, BTW)
On the other hand, my honey has made me fruit salad, a TJ's olive, sun-dried tomato and feta stuffed chicken sausage, and stewed strawberries for breakfast. All your deliciousness and nummy smells are belong to me.
It was great to see you too, Sean!
"I told him not to pop that gum, one more time. And he did."
"So I took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots... into his head."
"He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times." Oh, shit. Way to convince MM I'm not scary.