You mean, there are female out there who really are allowed to yell, "Get on with it already!" ?
If the duration of the event is anything like what it is among chimpanzees, I can't imagine the females having enough time to get fed up and wish it were over with.
You mean, there are female out there who really are allowed to yell, "Get on with it already!" ?
I was thinking it was more along the lines of monkey dirty talk myself.
I've been reading Will the Vampire People Please Leave the Lobby during hall duty during lunch. Students have remarked, "Cool," adults cross to the other side of the hall, roll eyes and mumble remarks like "crazy Drama teacher." Draconian Dictator Principal asked if I thought it was appropriate material to have at school, simply based on the title...HA! I gave him the "hairy eyeball"
I so wish I could show up and say "I'm IN IT! These are my friends!" Cause I'm really ..shit, I forgot the word. Not threatening.
And then I'd show up too, sara! It'd totally work!
Okay, my sister has to get here NOW because I have to go to the ER. I am gonna take her straight there from the bus. I'm a bad sister, but she's here because I'm needy. Plus I have a big TV and give her stuff.
I am watching the top songs of the 90s on VH1. God, how did we live through such an insipid decade? I guess the same can be said about the 80s, but I want to punch myself for about 70% of these songs.
And then I'd show up too, sara! It'd totally work!
With GUNS!
Ok, that part is a leetle threatening. But hilarious as I thought of diving under the table...
I think my harmless might annul your kick-ass.
I am watching the top songs of the 90s on VH1. God, how did we live through such an insipid decade? I guess the same can be said about the 80s, but I want to punch myself for about 70% of these songs.
WHO ARE YOU? Jesse, go and punch her the fuck out.
The 80s was god! 1995, summer of, hip hop/rap/r&b? Rrowr.
What music can you possibly like? The oughties are so boring. And the 70s, oh, the excuses we must make.
I think my harmless might annul your kick-ass.
I feel I should argue this statement, but I can't decide which part to go at. It's a strange feeling, this helplessness. Maybe I should go tweak my apartment some more.