TEFTM?
Aw, wee little tufftums!
Yes. Except pronounced "OWFUCKGETTHEFUCKOFFAMEGODDAMNSTUPIDFUCKIN'AIMEE COME GET YOUR DEMON KITTY!"
Told you that Puppycat would have been a bad addition to your home. I've got scars, man, scars...
Honey - you have an open invite...any time.
Yay!
Time for bath. Lee in particular will be happy to know that I tossed my wine into the plastic goblet. The rest of you will be pleased to know that all flames are safely contained. I am a walking safety pamphlet. If walking safety pamphlets liked baths, fire and booze.
Absolutely. And invite me.
Honey - you have an open invite...any time.
Same here! I need another toothbrush to add to my collection.
If walking safety pamphlets liked baths, fire and booze.
Well, who doesn't?
I need another toothbrush to add to my collection.
I should have forgotten my toothbrush. Damn! Next time I will bring one to leave.
Wireless RAWKS!
NO COMPUTER IN THE TUB!!!!!!
(Because Supernatural likes carrots, am now picturing Winchester based Fernet bodyshots.)
Ngah!
dies
...
...
revives
Somebody (Raq?) said, wrt writing The Adventures Of Ray as a kids' book, they'd be interested to know how I fitted the slash in?
Piece. Of. Cake.
Honestly, Ray and his friend C are already bosom buddies and both are quite sensitive wee souls who have been known to burst into tears over wounded feelings at the drop of a hat. And then in my colleague's class there are 2 of the
campest
wee boys in the history of time. They crack us up with their screaming campness. Bless.
eg:
Coworker:
teaching moves to go with Christmas song:
...and you COULD kiss the person next to you on the cheek, at this point, if you want.
K:
(very earnest)
But I don't have a boyfriend!
(thinks)
OR a girlfriend!
I need another toothbrush to add to my collection.
I can leave a toothbrush? I love leaving toothbrushes, cause it means future fun.
Well, who doesn't?
I'm saying...
It's fire, and booze and no shattered glass or electrocution...
What more could we want.
NO COMPUTER IN THE TUB!!!!!!
It was *outside* the tub, on a stool. Sheesh. And I thought you knew me. I learned my lesson when my iPod drowned.
Drunnk now. And still sad and pissed. I should not type like this. However....
I take it this is another one of those liquers thae t tastes like licorice.
Chartruse does not taste like licorice. It tastes like grass clippings that sat in a garbage bag in the sun for waaay too long. Like Grass gone bad. It's made by monks who don't talk to each other.
On a stool you say? Well, then that's
sooper
safe.
