It's under my dad's apron.
That's what you think.
'Time Bomb'
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It's under my dad's apron.
That's what you think.
That's not The Grail.
My father was a Mason (pretty high up, 33rd degree, I think),
32nd degree is the highest. I know this from many years of writing obituaries.
So was anyone here a member of P.E.O? And would they reveal what P.E.O. stands for? (Even my closest friend, who was a member, won't tell me.)
32nd degree is the highest. I know this from many years of writing obituaries
IIRC, there is a 33rd degree "secret" level that, per my FiL, is just really a party group. (I know this from discussion of funerals from a decade ago!)
I've never even heard of P.E.O., but they've just launched a campaign called "It's OK to talk about P.E.O.!" [link] , so I guess you can put on the pressure now.
IIRC, there is a 33rd degree "secret" level that, per my FiL, is just really a party group.
Are you sure that wasn't a Simpsons episode?
We should start having levels and rings and stuff for Bitches. That woul be fun. Make up our own Bitch funeral stuff, get a Bitch Temple, and instead of The Grail, we keep hiding James Marsters under our Bitch aprons.
instead of The Grail, we keep hiding James Marsters under our Bitch aprons.
Aww. He's such a wee thing.
It's not the size that matters, bebe.
IIRC, there is a 33rd degree "secret" level that, per my FiL, is just really a party group.
More of a party group than their usual drunken tricycle-riding selves?