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[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.
ION, remember the Grandpa Has No Nose saga of a few months ago? (He has since obtained a nose, by the way.) He's in the hospital with pneumonia and septicemia. That's really freaking serious.
Oh, Teppy. I'm so sorry. He's in my prayers. And hey, maybe eat something before you go visit (yes, I am remembering the visit to your dad, where you came home wrecked).
Ouch, Tep, I hope things improve. And that someone remembers to *tell* you when they do. Go Tank!Grandpa.
And Connie, jesus, it's about time that man got some relief. I really hope this works out for him.
Go Tank!
I am le tired.
And hey, maybe eat something before you go visit (yes, I am remembering the visit to your dad, where you came home wrecked).
Tuna glue? Heh. Okay, I promise to eat something not glue-based.
Also, everyone will appreciate this.
By the seaswept bones of holy Pete, that's marvelous.
Though -- gah. I shudder to think what the Ren Faire is going to look like this fall. For the last two years, every time the gates opened and the customers started flooding in you couldn't swing a stick without hitting a Captain Jack Sparrow. This year is clearly going to be the worst yet. We're doomed. Pirates are clearly the insidious parasitic import that's going to suffocate all the native species. Clearly, we need a Historical Recreation Native Biodiversity Protection Act.
I now need a flying spaghetti monster costume for my (forthcoming) baby. I promise to send it to JZ when he outgrows it.
Someone should organize a separate Pirate Fair, JZ.
Best wishes and health to Steph's grandfather and Connie's husband.