May your day be free of fuckcakes.
Geeeze. I read that as fruitcakes and agreed. And then I reread.
[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.
May your day be free of fuckcakes.
Geeeze. I read that as fruitcakes and agreed. And then I reread.
Cal State San Diego wants her to apply to their honors program.
The could be a Buffista-sprog in my neck of the woods? Awesome! (Plus, go K-Bug, you brainy thing, you!)
And yay, Sparky-niece!
Happy B-day, Joe! I was going to give you the day off from working on the transporter but it looks like I've already been overruled. Sorry.
Aimee, good luck with the drama.
I accidentally REALLY overslept yesterday, so had a very hard time getting to sleep last night. Today, am zombie. Sore, slept weird when I slept at all, zombie. GRONK.
Happy Birthday, MM!
Happy Birthday, Joe!!!
Happy b-day, MM! May your day be free of fuckcakes.
happy birthday. On a 20 minute drive this weekend, I called various drivers a fuckstick, a fuckcake and a fuckwad. Of course, I thought of you.
The could be a Buffista-sprog in my neck of the woods?
There is the chance, though it is slim, I believe that University of the Pacific, Cal State Sonoma, and Cal State Fresno are her preferred schools over San Diego - though who knows. So far she has not heard from Sonoma, and she is just now submitting her application to UoP.
Thanks, all.
To celebrate my birthday I wrote an article on customer service for Helium.com.
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That's kind of a stupid way to celebrate a birthday, isn't it?
...shoulda worked on that transporter...what was I thinking?...
...shoulda worked on that transporter
coughnovelcough
On a 20 minute drive this weekend, I called various drivers a fuckstick, a fuckcake and a fuckwad. Of course, I thought of you.
Aww...I'm touched.
As to my day being fuckcake free, well...we all know that won't happen...
Phone: *Ring*
Me: Aw, c'mon! It's my birthday!
Phone: *Happy birthday. Ring.*
Me: You don't really care, do you?
Phone: *No. Ring.*
Me: You suck.
Fuckcake O' the Day Numero Uno: I'd like to cancel my insurance.
Me: Okay, what's your name please?
FCOtDNU: Fuckcake O' the Day Numero Uno.
Me: Thank you. *clackity type type* Um...sir, we show you were terminated a year ago.
FCOtDNU: Yeah, they fired me.
Me: Then you don't have insurance through us.
FCOtDNU: The hell I don't!
Me: Sir...how did you pay for your insurance when you were with us?
FCOtDNU: You took it out of my paycheck.
Me: Right.
FCOtDNU: Right.
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: ...
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: ...I...don't get a paycheck from you anymore.
Me: Right.
FCOtDNU: ...so...I'm not paying for insurance...
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: ...so...why am I calling you?
Me: I'm sure I don't know.
FCOtDNU: ...
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: *click*
That's kind of a stupid way to celebrate a birthday, isn't it?
Nope!