Two professors of astrophysics and a professor of physics just beat the all-time record.
Rodney McKay and Radek Zelenka in Cash Cab? Oh, lord, now I smell a fic . . .
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Two professors of astrophysics and a professor of physics just beat the all-time record.
Rodney McKay and Radek Zelenka in Cash Cab? Oh, lord, now I smell a fic . . .
Hec, I am SO excited about the tour! I will think good, throat-soothing thoughts in your direction.
was lit up when off
I was expecting to hear you were able to read by the light of the switch.
o_a has a cool dad. Perhaps I'm just impressed because my father never asked me what I wanted.
Rodney McKay and Radek Zelenka in Cash Cab?
Two of 'em were married and the wife had a double a in her name but that's all I remember. Oh that and that they all taught at a community college. And they were on their way to the library.
Each of us kids had a flashlight next to our bed in case of emergencies but the batteries in mine wore out all the time. I think Mom knew I was reading under the covers and maybe she didn't think it was all that bad.
A friend of mine just poked his head in and held out a block wrapped in white paper. I thought, "Why is he handing me a--brick? Eraser?"--then I realized "Ice cream bar!"
Nom nom nom
mmm that is a nice surprise
And 2) it not making noise, that mom heard from the KITCHEN and yelling at me to go to sleep.
Ha! I remember being so confounded by parental super-hearing. Like, how do you know I flipped the lightswitch?
Umm, duh, dumbass. He could hear it.
(I also knew my own lightswitch better than any cat-burglar, and would ease it up until it got just to the place where it was about to CLICK, and then cup my hand over it to try to muffle the sound...)
Survived the dentist this morning - though I have to go back next week for a crown build up. Blarg. HATE the dentist.
I am so phobic, I had the strangest waking dream. I was walking around, eatting a piece of pizza (I tend to avoid pizza, so odd there), as I was looking around for the dentist office. And I kept bumping into totally random people that I wanted to stop and spend time with but was only able to hug before I remembered I had to find something. I mean folks like my best friend from high school who I haven't seen for about 3 years, Tom Scola (and that smile), an ex-coworker...
So very odd.
Rodney McKay and Radek Zelenka in Cash Cab? Oh, lord, now I smell a fic . . .
Who wants a special edition of Dirty Jobs where Mike Rowe joins Dr. Jackson on a dig, and gets to do dueling snark with O'Niell?