I'm glad my "knowledge" is held in such high regard, but it's no matter because I'm looking forward to these "services."
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
I used to have a 14" differential and worried that my hips were too big.
I'm down to 8" at last measuring. And not from anything getting smaller or muscular development.
I had a co-worker at one point who tried to avoid any exercise that worked his obliques on the theory that bulking them up would make his love handles more noticeable. I think that was based on "knowledge".
No way I've ever had double digits on that measurement.
Someone, anyone, please give me permission to kill. That's all I need. Really. Just give me a "Go forth on a rampage of wanton death and destruction," please. Ta ever so.
Sorry, Maria, but for that sort of thing, you need more than permission. You need a license.
Damnit, Sunil. I'm an attorney. Isn't that license enough?
I think the Minister will have to rule on that. In the meantime, ass 'em in the ear.
Sorry, Maria, that only gives you a "license."
Someone, anyone, please give me permission to kill. That's all I need. Really. Just give me a "Go forth on a rampage of wanton death and destruction," please. Ta ever so.
As your Fairy Gothmother, I say go for it.
Maria, go read the Goofus/Gallant slash I linked to earlier. I'll guarantee you'll end up laughing too hard to want to rampage.