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[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.
I am planning on designing a pattern for and sewing up my hysto incision myself! Oh, damn, they use staples.
I'm sure you can come up with a pleasing pattern. If you could get them to staple on a few clock gears, you could call it steampunk surgery.
I have an OK Cupid account, but all I did was throw some snark on it and not put up a picture. An actually sane-seeming non-religious sort just snarked back and was pretty funny, aside from an annoying use of Chicago Trib spelling. Now what do I do?
I'm all stressed. Stress is bad.
Maybe I'll do a Frankenstein with the staple as the neck.
Steph, how about you take the staples OUT? That will save me an annoying trip back to the doc's.
Now what do I do?
Drop some journo-fu on him.
{{{Calli}}}
{{{askye}}}
Calli, my thoughts are with you and your family. Hugs.
I need to get x-rays of my shoulder done tomorrow. While I am glad that it's feeling better, I'm really sick of being poked and prodded at. (I think this may be behind my attempts at henna -- trying to have at least some part of my body that I'm controlling. Though those efforts aren't working too well -- my hair is still just as brown as it was before.)
{{{Calli}}}
(((Calli))) You'll both be in my thoughts.