Tell you what: I won't call myself a bad teacher, and you don't call yourself a bad editor.
That sounds like a good plan.
[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.
Tell you what: I won't call myself a bad teacher, and you don't call yourself a bad editor.
That sounds like a good plan.
~ma to S and Sean.
Gah - I've eaten too many Robin Eggs. Blargh.
Jilli, I WILL cheer you up.
Starting with tonight.
4 little words.
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Coco
La
Ti
Da
And for the rest of you not in the know, here's the linky -
Really? I'll try and hold on to that idea during my upcoming meeting.
... I just want to get through this meeting without bursting into tears. That's all.
Well, I'm cheered the hell up.
No tears ~~ma~~ for Jilli.
Damnit all to hell, Pete. You CANNOT torment us like that. Especially we poor souls on the opposite coast.
Sei carino ma diavoloso, Pietro.
Oh my. That's some serious food porn.
Eta: and the food lust drives the actual thoughts from my brain. I meant to say: no tears~ma for Jilli.
Damnit all to hell, Pete. You CANNOT torment us like that. Especially we poor souls on the opposite coast.
Bwahaahaahaaaaaa! Bwa--hurk! Goddammit, this maniacal laughter is all worn out. I might as well give it back to Joe now.
Why does the phone ring only when I am sleeping?
Sei carino ma diavoloso, PietroI think she called you her dearest devil.