'Beneath You'
[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.
Do we need to send this girl to Gothic Charm School? A little "Please, cocksucker" goes a long way, you know?
Well, she does occasionally remember to say Please. Still usually needs promting. Last night, she became enchanted with the concept of bad/not bad after Paul tried explaining the cats. We still don't think she really gets it, but she was listing many things that were Not Bad for several minutes.
PS, Jilli, she has, in fact, sung Kenya in her effing sleep.
A muted yay for you, Hec.
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?"
Heh. I think I'll stick to encouraging Princess Tickybox to say Clovis. (Which she does!) I think the next phrase I'll try to get her to repeat is "Vampires yay!" I probably need to find a kidlings book about vampires.
That is sooooo San Francisco.
hah! The wine-making former punk rocker description sounds so familiar that I wonder if my BFF out there has dated him! But I know it's just a type.
PS, Jilli, she has, in fact, sung Kenya in her effing sleep.
Oh dear lord. Paul has created a monster.
I wonder if my BFF out there has dated him! But I know it's just a type.
Well, San Francisco is quite often a very small town.
two-steps Noise a little bit away from the edge. not so far away that he's in uncharted territory, though.
ND, I hope you hear you're hired soon, and I hope you find your zen until you do.
When I get too close to Paul for her taste, I get a glare and an order of: "Off of Daddy."She's too much. Is she still in the Daddy Discovery Phase? I remember the pangs of that.
Other Orders to Mommy include: "Lillian up on bed." "Nursing! Nursing!" and "Pants on bear?"Pants on bear? ::dies::
PS, Jilli, she has, in fact, sung Kenya in her effing sleep.
Well good, because I've been earwormed with Furry, Happy Monsters for about 24 hours now, thanks to Jilli and Lily.
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Teppy, insent to your realname gmail.
Hi Drew, Hi Kristin. Thanks for such wonderful offers of help. Keep away, though. This ick sucks.
S is in the bathtub now, soaking. Her fever has started cycling, too, though it hasn't gone up to the heights it acheived very early this morning.
As long as it stays in a pretty normal range, I think we'll be okay. There's also some signs we're to watch out for, in case the infection crosses to other areas of her body, but I think that's unlikely.
Oh, suck my cock holier than thou fellow manager!
Pffft. Just had an email exchange where I explained that we had to get the field manager to turn on the lights at one field for a recent practice and the HS girl's softball team practicing there didn't vacate by 5:45 and we had to wait until 6:00 to take the field.
So he gives me a fucking lecture on sportsmanship and respecting those girl softball players. Jesus!
First of all, I didn't even tell the softball team to hurry it up. We just warmed up in the outfield until they were done. Second, we're paying for the fucking field so it should be ours when our time comes up. If you don't want to charge us for it, we can all abide on the honor system. If I'm paying for it - clear the fuck off, field hogs.
Then another Coach Pollyana pipes in about how we could all learn a thing or two by watching those hard working girls play, and they throw the ball so accurately and he would never never never ever think of telling them to clear the field.
Hey! Dippy and Drippy! Get off my cock.
Honestly, I really really really like the other managers in my league. But now I have two exceptions. Hmph.
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were complaining, Hec.
I hate what it does to your general well-being, dear, but part of me almost wants the assheads to continue their assheadery just for the inspired flights of vitriolic fancy they're goading you into. I don't know if the Little League Rants(tm) are in any way translatable to Tom Waits crit, but your brains are measurably spicier lately.