(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.
I should not type like this. However....
it amuses us?
On a stool you say? Well, then that's sooper safe.
It was far from the tub. Pinky swear! There was no glass and no electronics that could go aswimming. I am a careful sort of girl.
I need to go to the Russian Baths and get scrubbed. Without a computer.
I want a Mosha scrub!
So, popquiz... Send or not send?
I'm swearing off boys forevah.
I can do that, right?
