Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
Grapefruit and/or grapefruit juice often do the trick for me, but I drank too much OJ beforehand, and I was getting a canker from the acids. It's gone now. I should chug some grapefruit juice.
Not right now though, because I'm eating beef stew and just no.
The latter of which, by the way, I've shot whenever I've started to feel a cold coming on. It seems to have done the trick each time.
Italian grammas do not lie.
And the music box set? I wouldn't necessarily have thought of tiny soldiers, ifyouknowwhatImean....
Heh -- the first set of jokes we made were condom jokes. But then we descended into the far nerdier Trojan War jokes.
But we have condoms. Some are black.
That's....that's very thoughtful!
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That's....that's very thoughtful!
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Italian grammas do not lie.
Well, not about how to get better, anyhow.
I should chug some grapefruit juice.
FYI: grapefruit juice interacts BADLY with a LOT of Rx medications. The upshot is that you end up overdosing yourself, even though you're taking the proper prescribed dosage.
The long answer is that the grapefruit juice does something completely wonky to the liver enzyme that's responsible for metabolizing a lot of drugs, and the wonkiness results in the drug not being metabolized as quickly or thoroughly, which leads to too much drug in your system, which leads to the aforementioned inadvertent overdose.
Grapefruit juice: Just Say No.
Pass the Fernet, please. I don't care what it tastes like, Stephen and I just Had Words.
And not the nice kind, either.
::sits in the corner with all the nice boobies and considers weeping into some of them::
{{AmyLiz}} You may use my bosom however you need to.
::Hugs AmyLiz::
I'm with Hec on the Trojan issue. Also, I have a few Trojan box sets, and now I have to listen to one. Which seems to be starting with the song that earwormed me as I was trying to sleep last night. Too lazy to FF.
Steph! That's adorable!
My partner in crime sent in the teenaged instructor (you know the one, Kristin) into the class I was teaching to bring me chocolate. And then she insisted on a hug and flashed me a coquettish look over her shoulder as she left.
Made a bad evening feel a little bit not as bad.
So I've heard through the grapevine that IT's got a hairy eyeball on me over my internet usage. Blah. So I'll probably be around a lot less during the day. They don't understand that this means a significantly higher chance that I'll slaughter them all.