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A ghost? What's the deal? Is every frat on this campus haunted? And if so, why do people keep coming to these parties, cause it's not the snacks.
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
vw bug - Apr 11, 2007 11:32:15 am PDT #4614 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
Vortex - Apr 11, 2007 11:42:05 am PDT #4615 of 10003
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I am, VW
vw bug - Apr 11, 2007 11:42:46 am PDT #4616 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
Ok. Good to know it's not just me. Or something.
Jessica - Apr 11, 2007 11:43:19 am PDT #4617 of 10003
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I used to think that Chick tracts were fun, but I now see them as racist hate literature.
They're fun racist hate literature!
(Seriously, though, I'm with you. On the one hand, I can read them and shake my head and laugh at how over the top CRAXY they are, and then I remember that there are people out there taking them seriously and I get very, very sad and frightened.)
Glamcookie - Apr 11, 2007 11:58:04 am PDT #4618 of 10003
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Oh, DJ, I've been coveting that HK guitar forever. The Sanrio in my mall has it on display along with the Bad Badtz bass. I also need this crock pot!!!! [link]
Pix - Apr 11, 2007 12:37:33 pm PDT #4619 of 10003
The status is NOT quo.
ACK. Big Boss wasn't in her office. I left her a note, but no response. Guess I'll be tackling this question tomorrow. Thanks for the ~ma!
ChiKat - Apr 11, 2007 1:07:59 pm PDT #4620 of 10003
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
All kinds of ~ma for tomorrow, Kristin!
I've been asked if I would be willing to teach a fifth class next year (the normal load is four).
Really? Four? A normal load here is 5 and some teachers have 6, for which they get paid extra for the extra class. I don't know how much extra, though. A friend of mine said it ended up being about $45 per paycheck (every two weeks). Not worth it IMO.
Sean K - Apr 11, 2007 2:26:55 pm PDT #4621 of 10003
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
This has to be the most absurd Chick tract ever:
Think you have bad family experiences at Thanksgiving?
askye - Apr 11, 2007 2:33:10 pm PDT #4622 of 10003
Thrive to spite them
I remember the Chick Tracts from one of the Southern Baptist churches I went to. Specifically the Dungeons and Dragons one, I always thought it was funny.
Got home to a letter from the oral surgeon. I have 2 pre surgery appointments (one for a physical w/my primary care and 1 with post op instructions and prescriptions) made for me (luckily I think I can use my lunch break for these) and my actual surgery is at 4 pm so maybe I can go into work for the morning.
And I have to call the oral surgeon and figure out exactly how much I'm going to end up owing them. I just looked at my benefits again and while the dental insurance will cover 80% they have a calendar year max of $750, which I'm totally going to meet.
I'm slightly freaking out about all of this but it will work out.
Daisy Jane - Apr 11, 2007 2:54:10 pm PDT #4623 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I have a story which I will be torturing Mr. Jane with forever, and which I will share with you now.
I walk in the door from work and take about 5 steps inside. I'm almost instantly greeted with, "WHAT IS THIS!?! WHAT DID YOU DRAG INSIDE!?! THERE IS SAND EVERYWHERE" Since it was just me and my purse, I look mostly confused. "Uhm. Me," says I. "No! There's sand everywhere! Check your purse!" So I do. Nothing. "Well what could it be!?!" I tell him I have no idea, as I have just walked in the door.
A few minutes later, I've changed out of work clothes, and I'm picking up. Finding crap that the dog has chewed, and I think "Hey I was sewing last night! Maybe it was my pincushion!" But, I look and the pincushion is still intact. "Hmm," says I out loud, "I thought it might be.." Mr. Jane inturrupt me to say, "Maybe it was that bag of sand."
o^0 goes I.
No. He will never live this down.