'Ariel'
[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.
Off to see how unemployment in MI works. If it works.
I think Michigan was the very first state I heard about running out of money for unemployment.
Of course, not having money rarely seems to make a difference to the government, so they may still be making their payments.
Between You'll All Pay, Kerfuffle Bunny, and Fucktard o' the Day, MM probably already has enough material for a book. A little assembling and editing, maybe a new entry or two so you have new material Never Before Seen on the Internet, and you're ready to go.
Damn. I'm so sorry, Joe and Aimee. What a rancid ball of fucknuggets (though, truly, everyone saying that now's the time to get going on the book is very wise, and Fred is wisest at all--poach from your own archives, and you're already easily 3/4 of the way there).
(Also your fiction, please. But, sadly, the Fuckcake O' The Day book is probably more immediately marketable.)
Shit. I'm sorry Joe and Aimee.
Oh for fuck's sake universe!
Job~ma or if it works out that way (and I for one can't wait to read it) book~ma to you, Joe.
ah ... the universe needs to be kinder to our Buffistas. So sorry Joe.
I was getting ready for work and I saw a commercial for this:
They actually said "Show your patriotism, order Barack In The Box">
I have no words.
I'd seen a mention of that on the news ... sigh.
{{{Joe and Aimee}}} I'm so sorry.
Last night I dreamed someone turned in a golfish to the lost and found. It was in the plastic bag they give you to bring it home from the store. We knew it wouldn't survive very long and nobody could figure out what to do with it. I forgot the dream upon waking but just now I was going to set up snack bar and I saw the top of a plastic bag sticking up behind the counter and it came flooding back. I was panicked that there would be a goldfish in the bag but it turned out to be a bag of lids.