"Maybe your loins were touched by Satan. SATAN! SATAN IN NEW PLACES!"
Aimee. You made my day. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks. Seriously. Having. trouble. typing.
[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.
"Maybe your loins were touched by Satan. SATAN! SATAN IN NEW PLACES!"
Aimee. You made my day. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks. Seriously. Having. trouble. typing.
I think I'd rather have my loins touched by Satan than by God.
I don't know...I'm guessing that having ones loins touched by Satan will most defintely cause that burning sensation.
Glad to have made your day, Beej!
What would he think about me? I have a learning disability and was damaged during shipping. Argh...Satan's bride. I've got dyscalculia, ftr. Didn't find it till my mid-twenties either.
What's dyscalculia, erika?
"Maybe your loins were touched by Satan. SATAN! SATAN IN NEW PLACES!"
Hee!
My learning disability is mathematic, AmyLiz. Some dyscalculic people even struggle with arithmetic, but I think the photographic memory helped...my God, I'm God's biology experiment, aren't I?
Shit, she's on to it. That's gonna skew the results.
Trudy, Dallas will be finefinefine. I decree it.
Thanks, Teppy.
I thought I had braced myself, pre-discussed a salary advance to pay the unaffordable vet bill, pep-talked myself "they've always been fine before" -- and then I get Upper West Side Yuppie Vet saying "well, they'll probably want to remove a large region around the masses and lymphnodes and drainage and... and I'm not qualified to do it."
Dude, the dog is just not that big! How much do you think you should chop out of her WITHOUT EVEN DIAGNOSING CANCER?!?!?
Sighhh
Soup has been achieved. The walk to the corner nearly flattened me. Wish me luck not fainting on the trip to Queens. Oy. (I have a plan, actually, all this soup will be restorative and I'll be fine-ish for the schlep)
Shit, she's on to it. That's gonna skew the results.
Smooth, Brenda, now she knows we're in on it.
Aw Trudy. Bless your heart. No faintyness. All restorativeness to you.
I'm with you erika. I didn't get the 'diagnosis' until my early 30's. Kind of a relief in a nsm way. At least I could stop viewing myself as stupid, but the effect is still the same. Sigh.
Interesting about the dyscalculia. Must google. I think mine is garden variety dyslexia. I can see the numbers...and calculate in my head...I just don't see the RIGHT numbers.
Once had a stats prof who would follow my page-long caluculations and give me credit because he could see that I got the concept even if I didn't get the right answer. Kindness in graduate school ('professional graduate program' = old people askeared of math), foolishness in real life.