"Pants on bear?"
This is my very favorite Order.
I'm sorry your student went temporarily (hopefully) brain dead and you had to explain it to her parents. Glad parent was rational, and hopefully she's learned her lesson.
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"Pants on bear?"
This is my very favorite Order.
I'm sorry your student went temporarily (hopefully) brain dead and you had to explain it to her parents. Glad parent was rational, and hopefully she's learned her lesson.
Take a sick day! They wouldn't let you use them on your maternity leave.
Other Orders to Mommy include: "Lillian up on bed." "Nursing! Nursing!" and "Pants on bear?"
Do we need to send this girl to Gothic Charm School? A little "Please, cocksucker" goes a long way, you know?
ION, I am Getting My Way on the game scheduling changes.
I'm back to medium bad.
I don't know that "Please, cocksucker" is particularly Gothic Charm. Wouldn't that be more, "I beg you, sloe-eyed Milky Mistress who in her benevolence bestowed upon me the dark but shimmering spark of life?"
If it's any (thin, translucent, barely-there) consolation at all, I get a painful number of those woolgathering monologue phone calls too, but mine usually end, several years into the call, with the caller saying, "So, what I need to know is if it's okay, if the doctor wouldn't mind, if I could possibly get your fax number." It's the cruellest possible punchline to the world's lamest shaggy dog joke.
Ha! Yes!
That's good. Well, I like getting my way, anyway. Although it only happens on Leap Year or something.
Yay? Hec.
That is sooooo San Francisco.
Quite. It should be a fun night.
"Pants on bear?"
Eeeeee! Ded of cute.
Hell, Kristin. Sorry about dumbass student. And much no-more-waiting~ma to Drew.
aggressively stupid
"I can't brain today. I have the dumb." I actually have said that at one point or another.
Yeah, I think this waiting will drive me slowly over the edge, and I've been dancing on that edge for years.
Yay? Hec.
A muted yay. Which I'll take. It's better than neutral, and things moved in the direction I preferred, even though it was a slight move.
"I can't brain today. I have the dumb."
Bwah!
Well, I like getting my way, anyway. Although it only happens on Leap Year or something.
Well, let's decide on something and have differing opinions and then I'll let your way, okay?
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