Xander ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
Would the Gas-X hit the lower GI and break up the gas in a timely manner? I'd love to not get to that 3rd phase, as I am not much of a runner. But it hits fast when it hits.
Well, Gas-X is pretty innocuous, in the sense of not interacting with other drugs, and not causing side effects, so it couldn't hurt to try.
Sean, that's good news about S.! I'm hoping her mom accepts the situation for what it is.
Other other annoying thing: Hospital wifi blocks Cute Overload, too. For utterly unfathomable reasons.
For utterly unfathomable reasons.
Why would people in the hospital (or visiting there) want to be cheered up? You rational person, you!
The cats might steal your breath.
teh kitteh seez ded peepul.
The cats might steal your breath.
DAMN YOU CEILING CAT!
Thankfully, Lolcats loads just fine.
This is an actual text-message conversation between The Boy and me:
Me: Going to grocery store -- need anything?
The Boy: MAH BUKKIT!!!
Me: Humor: UR doin it wrong.
TB: FAIL.
Me: LOL
I should never have introduced him to lolcats.
LOLcats have definitely caused a degeneration of the spoken language in this household.
LOLcats have definitely caused a degeneration of the spoken language in this household.
Our problem is that, since we're also watching through BTVS and Angel, as well as reading Blue Beetle comics, our language is almost indecipherable to anyone but Buffistas (and even the Blue Beetle-y bits might be lost on everyone).
We've become That Couple, circa 2008: our own language cobbled out of Joss Whedon, comics, and lolcats.
Common exchange between Joe and I that Noone Gets:
Me: Shut up.
Joe: No, you shut up.
Me: You shut your mouth when you're talking to me!
Him: You're a little farm girl.
Me: You're a cigarette.
And then we laugh and try to explain which is TOTAL FAIL.