That's great, Gloomcookie! I love those. They call them Spot Awards here.
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
They call them "Extra Money? Shyeah, right." here.
I say it's "worth" $250 cause they don't give you cash. Instead, you get to expense $250 worth of a service (like a meal, spa visit, tickets). It has to be a service, too - nothing tangible. Interesting, but gladly accepted!
Man, I hate it when the East-Coasters are commuting home and/or eating their dinners. C'mon, I'm stuck covering phones, entertain me!
An irishman is driving when he gets pulled over
the cop says, "Hey Paddy, did you realize your wife fell out of the car a mile back?"
And Paddy says...
"Oh thank Christ! I thought I'd gone deaf!"
We're cooking fried chicken! It smells yummy in here.
Thanks for humoring me, Laga.
Hee.
What do you call an Irishman left out overnight?
Paddy O'Furniture!
I'm about to head out to meet a bunch of people for the game!
Geaux fightin' tigers!
Heard in juvenile hall:
Why can't you play poker in the jungle? . . . . Cause it's full of cheetahs!
We're cheering with you, DJ. (I'm a bad fan that watches other stuff on my laptop with earphones while the boys watch the game on tv) But I see the good stuff since it replays again and again.