Why be modest for haiku?
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.
dear god a post war
I will never catch up now
too much work to read
Don't worry, o_a
it is fast to read haiku
just caught up again!
Just one post to read
even in busiest tech
I can do that easy!
my designer ate at a yummy thai place for dinner. He didn't finish his food. So he got a doggy bag. And it's stinking up the theater now. Hello! There is a fridge in the greenroom! "nah, its too far away to walk". Grrrrrrrrrr.
No fair, omnis. This should only be allowable if he brought enough to share with everyone!
o no. He got spice level 10. no way my belly/sinuses/tastebuds could handle that (I usually get 3-5). Plus, festering in the theater, it actually smells kinda nasty, not yummy fresh at all.
There is a fridge in the greenroom! "nah, its too far away to walk". Grrrrrrrrrr.
Maybe if you worked in the Pentagon. I don't wish anyone food poisoning, but....
(Edited because it's too damn early and too damn cold and I therefore have no brane.)
It seems the tummy problems are contagious through the intertubes. I've had some mild problems the last few days but it got worse so I called in sick, which if what I have is contagious my coworkers will probably thank me.
No tummy problems over here - please.
Instead, I seem to be dinging myself up. I have bandaids on two fingers so far this morning. I am not a bandaid person, so this feels weird.