Yes. The guy on first base. Who. Yes. Who's on first. I'm asking you!
t /has "Who's On First" on constant rotation in our car's CD player
[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.
Yes. The guy on first base. Who. Yes. Who's on first. I'm asking you!
t /has "Who's On First" on constant rotation in our car's CD player
I don't know who's on third
Witnessed M dancing on the bar.
I am agog. This is me, a-goggling.
No shit?!?
So, cuteness from kids today: one of my preschoolers asked me, "Miss Val, how do you spell elemenohpee?" It killed me.
So cute!
Witnessed M dancing on the bar.
Unpossible.
Was glitter involved?
Witnessed M dancing on the bar.
Unpossible.
Was glitter involved?
Did people put dollar bills in his pants?
W00t! Houston, we have a draft! We have a 12-page DRAFT! Written TODAY! After two months of staring at a blank screen!
I wasn't sure I had this one in me.
W00t! Houston, we have a draft! We have a 12-page DRAFT! Written TODAY! After two months of staring at a blank screen!
Woo Hoo!
Slow deep breath in.
Slow deep breath out.
Where the heck is my Fernet?
Witnessed M dancing on the bar.
No shit?!?
Seriously.
Did people put dollar bills in his pants?
I put a dollar in his hoodie. Then he unzipped it (the hoodie). Then he threatened to give a strip-tease.
For all the shit he gives me about needing to be the center of attention, when the man decides to get paid attention to, he gets paid attention to.
I had to sit on the floor at one point, I was laughing so hard.