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Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
YAYAYAYAY Aims!!
We would like to declare the school year over now, please.
I hereby, by the authority granted me by Nobody Whatsoever, backed by the full might and power of Not A Damn Thing do irrevocably and forthwith declare the school year over.
You can all go home.
If anybody complains, send them to me.
Yah Aims. I'd suggest that your consulting fee base for your old asshat boss is $150 per hour, 4 hour minimum.
I took my first dose of Topamax last night, and now I am irredeemably paranoid that every time I can't come up with a word, it's becuase it's EATING MY BRAAAAAAAAINS.
I think not being able to come up with the neighborhood of the hotel near the UCLA Med Center is not proof of this (especially after one dose), but all the warnings have me so paranoid!
ION, my colleagues and I have decided that we really cannot teach for three more weeks. We would like to declare the school year over now, please.
I can't speak for any other students, but I know for a fact that Emmett endorses this plan and would like to subscribe to your newsletter, except that once the school year is over he will refuse to read it until school starts again in the fall.
I'd suggest that your consulting fee base for your old asshat boss is $150 per hour, 4 hour minimum.
...because you've decided to shake things up.
...because you've decided to shake things up.
Ohh, great addendum.
I took my first dose of Topamax last night, and now I am irredeemably paranoid that every time I can't come up with a word, it's becuase it's EATING MY BRAAAAAAAAINS.
Well it is called Dopomax for a reason! When my sister was first taking it, I could tell every time she'd stepped up to a higher dosage because she would literally forget to finish sentences. She would just stop talking halfway through a thought.
(And eventually the side effects went away and so did her migraines, so it was all good in the end, but during those first few weeks it was funny as HELL trying to carry on a conversation with her.)
I've asked the gay boys, and I'm asking my Bitches, I need help. I have a dilemma! 2 weeks ago, I went out with my friend P, who was in town for the weekend, and met his friend T, who lives here. T and I got along fine. I invited T to happy hour this week. I didn't think he'd come. He called me last night, to get directions and whatnot.
here's my dilemma -- 2 weeks ago, I wore a great top and matching distinctive earrings. I was planning on wearing them again on Friday, but now T is coming. Do I wear the good outfit anyway, or do I switch, since he's seen it?