Ok, then, we're good. I've got lots of copy, then. (There was a teacher at my high school that had a much-suspected drinking problem, and basically, if it "looked right"in having numbers of text blocks, it got a b. So my friend Jon once wrote half a paper on the Northwest Passage and half on his favorite color and stuff. He got an A-.)
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So my friend Jon once wrote half a paper on the Northwest Passage and half on his favorite color and stuff. He got an A-.
This is so awesome. I often threaten to put a dirty limerick in the middle of some document to confirm whether anybody actually reads them before approving, but through different two jobs now, I still haven't actually done it. Guess Jon's got more balls...so to speak.
It still took five more YEARS for that teacher to get so sloppy that they let him go. my brother had him too.
So my friend Jon once wrote half a paper on the Northwest Passage and half on his favorite color and stuff. He got an A-.
That's hardly a fair example. Your brain would be eaten by earworms long before you got to the second half.
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
That reminds me, the real Northwest Passage opened up for passage without the use of icebreakers on August 25, for oly the second year on record. The first time was last year.
Global warming? Obviously a myth.
t Infinite eye roll
Suffering from Equus envy over people seeing past and present productions!
Draconian Dictator hit a new annoying point today. School mascot is the Pirate so he came on the morning TV show with a pirate hat, an eye patch, a fake earring, a stuffed parrot and ahook and gave his morning 'words of wisdom' (aka ramblings that no one cares about or listens to) in "pirate speak".
Painful doesn't begin to describe the experience. Please send the goon squad, fast!
Oh dear gods. The AC has broken. None of the windows in the front half of our bungalow open because they are all historic and broken. It is roughly 8 billion degrees. Cats are flopped on the floor looking reproachful. Dog is outside where, at 85 degrees, it is cooler. Landlady is attempting to track down the "guy who installed them" who she knows through "a friend of a friend." Great. That always ends well.
Because it deserves its own post...
CONGRATS Jilli! So exciting!
Happy Anniversary, Plei and DH!
Happy Birthday, lori!
AC~ma for the Pix/ND house! I know how miserable it is to be in a house in those conditions. Sending cool thoughts your way.