Xander ,'Lessons'
[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.
Stubborn! Or possibly camera-shy.
Em gave us full frontal on her ultrasound and stuck her tongue out at us. Preview of things to come as she LOVES being nekkid (is this a sign of possibly potty training her? I mean, she's REALLY young, IMO.) and is sometimes very willful.
DH's motto when asked, "Why do you like the five-way?" is "Because they don't make it six!"
Some of the local (non-chain [non-Skyline or Gold Star]) chili places make a six-way. No, really. It has fresh chopped garlic on it.
To review:
3-way -- chili, spaghetti, cheese
4-way -- chili, spaghetti, cheese, and either beans or onions
5-way -- chili, spaghetti, cheese, beans, AND onions
My brother claims that Camp Washington Chili makes a seven-way, which would be a six-way with a fried egg on top. But I don't really believe him.
sometimes very willful
Sometimes?
Hey Aims, wanna come over and go swimming when you get off work?
Oh, I love quail! It's not the same quail in Australia that are in California, is it?
I believe not. Certainly not California quail. But, still very definitely quail-like and all. (I can't mock its failure to recognise its own reflection, monkeys don't get that either. Apes do, which is just as well, as I don't think my window would withstand getting pounded by a chimpanzee.)
My brain keeps putting the words to Don't Fear the Reaper to the tune of Don't Pay the Ferryman. Silly brain.
Don't pay the cameraman
Don't even fix a price
Don't pay the cameraman
Until he gets you to the other slide
Hey Aims, wanna come over and go swimming when you get off work?
I'd love to, but I have an assload of homework to do tonight. But thank you!
The Halloweenie is the same way. Backs off, turns her back, scoots to the other end of the womb until the nasty sound-wave-making thing goes away. The last two times a sonographer tried to get a good image of her face, she turned around and pressed herself up against the back wall of the uterus. Stubborn! Or possibly camera-shy.
She was showing her asstasticness, silly.
I'd love to, but I have an assload of homework to do tonight.
In my day, we were allowed to use satchels.
I have homework too. Someone tell me why I want to work with inner-city kids, please?
In my day, we were allowed to use satchels.
Well, now. This *ISN'T* your day, is it?
Can you calculate something for me? How many Austrailian actuaries die from smart-ass disease?
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How many Austrailian actuaries die from smart-ass disease?
7.2.