They should play it safe and send you home to enjoy a 3-day weekend!
Four day weekend this weekend. Memorial Day is Monday.
One of you is gonna fall and die, and I'm not cleaning it up!
Mal ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
Cashmere - May 22, 2008 5:36:20 am PDT #71 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
tommyrot - May 22, 2008 5:37:08 am PDT #72 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
My drug of choice: irony.
What's your weapon of choice?
Steph L. - May 22, 2008 5:38:30 am PDT #73 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
What's your weapon of choice?
My rapier-sharp wit.
Oh, wait. I forgot I'm not Oscar Wilde.
tommyrot - May 22, 2008 5:39:13 am PDT #74 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Oh, wait. I forgot I'm not Oscar Wilde.
So both you and the wallpaper can stay....
SuziQ - May 22, 2008 5:42:14 am PDT #75 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
::gropes Suzi idly for good measure::
idly, eh?
Connie Neil - May 22, 2008 5:46:06 am PDT #76 of 10001
brillig
I have to work on Monday, but that's OK because on holidays they let us watch movies on our computers. All the guys around me are playing games anyway.
I don't think I mentioned this here, one evening last week a girl fell down the back stairs from our second floor tech support room and broke her ankle in three places (I was the only one upstairs and I heard her faintly calling for help, heaven knows how long she might have lain there). Management got a "Agh! We've got people with known medical conditions upstairs, it'll be one of them breaking something next!" bug, so they moved a bunch of us downstairs. I'm now in a lovely back-corner cubical with no one across the aisle from me, the flourescent fixture above me has had the tubes removed, and no one casually wanders by. All I need is a bit of natural light to be happy.
hippocampus - May 22, 2008 5:46:17 am PDT #77 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
idly, eh?
idyll-y?
Sox, I wish I knew of a mystery blog like that! I would love to find one.
hmm.
Amy - May 22, 2008 5:48:32 am PDT #78 of 10001
Because books.
Let's make one! ::wildly optimistic::
::gropes Suzi with INTENT this time::
Better?
brenda m - May 22, 2008 5:50:04 am PDT #79 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I'm now in a lovely back-corner cubical with no one across the aisle from me, the flourescent fixture above me has had the tubes removed, and no one casually wanders by. All I need is a bit of natural light to be happy.
Nice. You should'a pushed her down the stairs a long time ago.
Steph L. - May 22, 2008 6:07:19 am PDT #80 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Nice. You should'a pushed her down the stairs a long time ago.
As it is, you should thank her for taking one for the team.