Well, I was more referring to your boss, but...
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.
Slum Lord of the dance?
Aimee, you're just an employee of a slumlord! You're the one that has to deal with the crap BECAUSE he's a slumlord.
I swear, Miracleman in customer service is like me being an actuary. Two more unmixy things, I cannot think of.
My old doctor is going to call in a script for my AD's, thank goodness! I've been out for a while because of the insurance switch over with the move. I don't have a doctor up here yet and, although we have insurance coverage, we just haven't gotten our freakin' cards yet. Which would be NICE considering I'm going to have to pick up this script before I go all Britney Spears and shit and have to strapped to a gurney and hauled away.
Slum Lord of the Rings: The Two Dilapidated, Condemned Towers.
Aimee, you're just an employee of a slumlord!
She's a slumunderling.
A slumvassal, perhaps?
Slumtoady.
Slumminion.
Slumpress
Henchslumlord