Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
WS, most insurance sets a maximum amount of out-of-pocket expenses. Have you checked what that is?
Haven't gotten the paperwork for the new plan. I'm pretty sure that the maximum out of pocket expenses limit will be greater than the plan's deductible, however.
WS, I'm so sorry.
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snerk. "like a real bat!"
cause me to cause harm to those who prolly didn't deserve it. Like omnis_audis' monk character.
Eek. Oooh. Flashbacks would be an interesting twist. My gambling problem brought up lots of twisty moral stuff I really enjoyed. It also fed into how the captain decided on jobs. Sometimes to save me from myself and sometimes to take advantage of my weakness as a distraction or predictable choice.
Joe's directives seem in keeping with your character's, er, characteristics.
The not!good GM took previously clever folk given to fits of ingenuity (and humor) to get out of situations without weapons (even though we had them) and said stuff like, 'you just turned around and killed that guy.' (for no reason!) Suddenly, the characters we built were strangers to us.
I'm watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas right now, AIFG!
Why do the holiday stamps suck? I mean, I don't have anything against cross stich, per se, but on a stamp?
I don't really have post-apocalyptic skills, per se, but I know useful things. Like: you can use a coffee grinder as a mill to make flour in a pinch, and you have to leach acorns before you eat them, and a fair amount of what flowers you can eat and what you can't. I should start learning to make cheese, then I'd have a skill.
I make an excellent rules-following grunt. I could probably spread the Word of Jilli pretty well.
Oh, WindSparrow, i'm so sorry. That sucks rocks. And rope. And blows dead goats at the same time.
WS, that really sucks. I hate the insurance business so so much.
Oo! Debet can teach the younger ones, and I'll get the older ones!
I can take the middle ones! Unfortunately, I suspect I would accompany Gris in not surviving. Bad lungs and on a few lifetime meds. As soon as I couldn't find calcium pills, I'd go.
I went ahead and called in sick for tomorrow again. I really need my voice back, please.
I hope you get your voice back soon, ChiKat.