Wash ,'War Stories'
[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.
Hey, get out of our bed!
Come on, man! You're one of my closest friends. I have way to much respect for you than to please your wife in your own marriage bed.
Just, um, maybe put down a table cloth on the table, before you eat off of it.
And maybe change the slip cover on the couch before you sit on it again.
And have them detail the back seat of the minivan before you let anybody sit there, either.
I think that's it. Yeah, I think that's it.
Maybe.
keeping the Winchesters in gilded, velvet cushioned cages would make them restless ...
This would be Wrong.
The Winchesters should be kept in Impala-shaped cages. Upholstered in black leather.
Except for John. John should be kept in my bed.
So, if emo kids come from Goths, where do punk kids come from?
Just, um, maybe put down a table cloth on the table, before you eat off of it.
And maybe change the slip cover on the couch before you sit on it again.
And have them detail the back seat of the minivan before you let anybody sit there, either.
Oh, no you don't! Fantastik and Febreze is under the sink, rags are in the drawer underneath the cat food dishes. You made the mess, you clean it up.
So, if emo kids come from Goths, where do punk kids come from?
t thinks
Yuppies.
t ignores MM and Sean with the wrongness of their postings. I mean, c'mon. I'm right here.
So, if emo kids come from Goths, where do punk kids come from?
NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!
I mean, c'mon. I'm right here.
As are the rest of us!!
I'm over there.
Seriously. I'd be all extra EW EW EW if I were a witness. I'm a lot of EW EW EW being the subject of said discussion.
My complaints for the day:
My mother and sister called to tell me that my mother had to be taken by ambulance to the emergency room at 3 a.m., because she had another of the scary coughing, choking, unable to breathe things like the one she had at Christmas. They gave her oxygen and sent her home with albuterol and cough medicine. I don't think the doctors are paying enough attention to her, because she isn't very assertive and she's 81. I don't know what to do about it from here.
The deck people finally showed up, and now I want them to go away. They've been hammering and sawing outside my window all day and my head hurts. Also, there are several things that are not right, but the guy I was working with hasn't been here all day, and my Spanish isn't good enough to discuss the problem with the guys doing the work. I hate having people work on my house.
Also, I'm trying to finish an article that's overdue and I'm completely unable to concentrate.
In short, today sucks.
In other bad news, stealing cookies from a Brownie: [link]