Somewhere in my keepsakes is a sheet of notebook paper with two illustrations of penises, one erect and one flaccid captioned "an uncircumcised penis for Liz". In highschool I had told my friend Drew I had no idea what an uncircumcised penis might look like so he took it upon himself to enlighten me. I told him I would treasure it forever and I have.
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
There may be an up side to being on live chat forever. The CSR now feels very guilty and is going out of her way to try to fix my complicated problem.
I am trying to go from two lines to one line, but the line that rings on all my phones will not connect with DSL and the phone company at some point got my second number listed as my primary number and it's a giant clusterfuck. I expect at some point my access to the internet will get screwed up. Trying to save money is hard work.
augh my sister doesn't want brussels sprouts, yams or rutabagas on Thursday. I'm mashing one rutabaga and bringing it with me anayway.
Em and Joe are watching Toy Story 2 for the millionth time this week. And yet, every time they play that song about Jessie's asshat owner (yes - I judge the cartoon girl. and?), I tear up. And then, I want to go hug all of my stuffed animals and dolls that are at my mother's house. Every single one since I was 2.
A dude just walked by with a pastel dreadlocked mohawk.
A dude just walked by with a pastel dreadlocked mohawk.pictures? probably not.
vw, glad to hear it's not pneumonia. Take care of yourself there, k?
Just got home from fun field trip. A few of us got to tour the construction site of the new theater being built. Fun. But exhausting. Elevators still not installed. And yes I climbed to the 8th floor. Great view. Right in the heart of downtown. And yes, my legs are arms are exhausted, but so worth it! I snapped a pic of my boss in his new office, but forgot to snap some pics of my office. Duh!
Off to cook some grub.
pictures? probably not.
If I see him again I'll ask him for a snap with my camera phone. I really didn't think there were any unique hairstyles left in the world.
This book is insane.
To offer some context, there's a parallel universe where this book advocates foreskins as a reasonable justification for freaking.
(To be fair, if your gentile's foreskin endowment reaches the plural, it might warrant further discussion.)
That seems like a reasonable amendment to the foreskin chapter (improved):
Foreskin: There should only be one. Beyond that, watch the teeth....
Yay for non-pneumoniated vw!