'Hell Bound'
[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.
**slumps into forum, looks around, smiles and waves weakly**
Hello, Lovelies!
Semester from Hell finally over (don't know grades yet - was hoping for A's, currently betting on B's). Finally re-caught up with mah Bitches.
That is all.
Let me meara. No, is too much. Let me sum up.
Glad to be back. Missed y'alls. **Hugs the Bitches**
Edited to remove one of my own worst pet-peeve typos
Why do I keep thinking it's Friday?
Because there is something cruel in the air that makes it feel so very Friday-ish. We have it here too.
sj, clearly you and TCG need to move to SD. We don't shovel or sand anything either, but for a waaay different reason. IJS
I wish it was Friday, too--it's my last day of work till Jan. 2.
One of my grades was posted - A+! Woot! This is from the prof that I was always kidding with about getting an A+ - coincidence???
I wish it was Friday, too--it's my last day of work till Jan. 2.
Ditto. And usually the Director comes around to let us leave a few hours early. (Which makes me feel guilty when I (who come in after 8) leave at the same time as co-workers who came in at 6:30 or 7:00. But not guilty enough to not leave).
C'mon Friday!
One of my grades was posted - A+! Woot!
Woot, indeed! What class?
MM, actually, it's not so much that Aimee, or any of us really, actually want to give you a stroke, it's just that we see that vein in your forehead and think, "Wow. I wonder just how big that thing can get before it pops. I bet it sprays blood everywhere. This I've got to see."
I probably won't be able to leave early, since I have to attend a training class, of all things, from 9-noon tomorrow morning. Who schedules these things for 12/21? And I've got a lot of things to catch up on between now and then.
Really need a break, even though traveling down to spend a week with family isn't the most relaxing trip ever.
Very cool, GC. Way to study.
MM, actually, it's not so much that Aimee, or any of us really, actually want to give you a stroke, it's just that we see that vein in your forehead and think, "Wow. I wonder just how big that thing can get before it pops. I bet it sprays blood everywhere. This I've got to see."
Someday you'll find out. And then you'll be sorry! You'll all be sorry when I'm dead from forehead-vein-explosivity!
Cocksuckers!