The woman at the coffee shop just asked me if I wanted milk in my lattee
I just think you're freakin' out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sj - Sep 19, 2007 5:17:03 am PDT #6147 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Fred Pete - Sep 19, 2007 5:17:54 am PDT #6148 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Catching up -- Does Fay's student remind anyone else of Neville Longbottom?
Arrrrr.
DCJensen - Sep 19, 2007 5:23:01 am PDT #6149 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
One spider saved a pig.
A spider bit my llama once...
Tom Scola - Sep 19, 2007 5:25:54 am PDT #6150 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Happy Anniversary, Plei!!
Emily - Sep 19, 2007 5:29:24 am PDT #6151 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
I just read the school announcements... Talk Like a Pirate Day made it on the list.
Ginger - Sep 19, 2007 5:30:50 am PDT #6152 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I love your stories about your students, Fay. I seriously think you should write a book about adventures in teaching.
The woman at the coffee shop just asked me if I wanted milk in my latte.
Then did she ask if you wanted coffee in it?
Congratulations on finishing the book, Hec!
All the dirt you find on uncarpeted floors has been ground into the carpet for years. Yuck. (Swiffering helps with the uncarpeted floors.) I wear socks around the house and figure I'm cleaning the floor.
I normally save spiders' lives, but a brown recluse bite can be really nasty. I recommend smushing it with boot.
Avast, ye latte-swilling dogs! I'll have your livers for lunch.
WindSparrow - Sep 19, 2007 5:32:06 am PDT #6153 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Avast, ye bilge rats and scurvy dogs! Almost my whole office be talkin' like a pirate! (Bitchy!sort-of!boss hates pretty much everything, and, upon asking why there were Jolly Rogers taped to people's desks, said, "That's stupid." Ah, she's a breath of fresh air, she is.)
Ahoy there, mateys! I be thinking it should be Talk Like a Pirate Week in Teppy's office, for the purpose of uplifting the spirits of all those strugglin' under the perilous burdon of working for her scabrous lubber of a boss. Grog all 'round!
One spider saved a pig.
A spider bit my llama once...More than one spider has trapped and eaten more than one scorpion. Wins lotsa points in my book.
Steph L. - Sep 19, 2007 5:37:16 am PDT #6154 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
All the dirt you find on uncarpeted floors has been ground into the carpet for years. Yuck.
Before I move in with The Boy, he has to pull up his carpet, for this very reason. He's had 2 dogs and an average of 3 cats in that house for the past 5 years, and the carpet is NASTY. Plus, all the embedded pet hair and dander would very nearly kill me, quite literally.
He has hardwood floors under the carpet -- they aren't as nice as they could be, but with some TLC, they'll be just fine, and the house will be a hell of a lot cleaner and the pet smell will be gone.
sumi - Sep 19, 2007 5:41:09 am PDT #6155 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Emily! I would love to hear stories about your students talking like pirates in class.
JZ - Sep 19, 2007 5:41:26 am PDT #6156 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I'm fairly certain I will be the only one in my department talking like a pirate... Come on, people! It's Talk Like A Pirate Day! What will cheer up bedbound kids more than all their caregivers arrr'ing and yarrr'ing all over the place?
And, because I'm a complete and utter moron, I just remembered that in fact I am good friends with two out of three of these guys, who are brilliant musicians and fond of kids besides, and even though I hope to God I'm not still here in a year I swear that if I am I'm going to ask them if they could maybe come and visit the ward. Why, why, why did I not think of it until just now? Fie upon me and keelhaul my pox-riddled arse for a lackwit!