Zoe ,'The Train Job'
[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.
whew. Time is wibbely-wobbely sometimes.
I think I'm due for a vacation. I was just typing in the evening's notes about how one of the minions called out sick under Drs orders and I thought I wish I had Drs orders. When sick sounds like a fun alternative to work you know you've been working too hard.
If my dry-roasted soybeans say "best before Jan 07 09" but they tasted fine- they're not going to make me ill are they?
No, it means they are a little less than best. On a scale of 1-10, they are probably a 9.
Laga, cmon down to TX!
Was it Dick Cavett who first pointed out that on TV it's OK to talk about pricking your finger but not about fingering your prick?
I know George Carlin said it in his album "Class Clown" as part of his original lead up to the 7 words.
Laga, cmon down to TX!
TX is ready to RX!
Wow. It IS like a whole other country.
I do want to visit Texas (the best I've done is lunch in Amarillo) but Austin is #1 on my list and San Antonio is #2. Until Omnis moved there Dallas didn't even make the list.
Can you believe I'm the only kid who called to sing to my dad on his birthday? Scuse me while I polish my halo...
You might want to adjust that halo a bit, I think it's sitting a little crooked on your horns.
Can't sleep, again. Everything hurts. And I can't take Flexeril, because it makes me too groggy in the morning, and I've got stuff I need to do tomorrow. (Plus, this time the pain isn't muscular, so Flexeril wouldn't actually do anything for that. But it would put me to sleep.)
Wishing all the gronky Buffistas a nice, deep, enveloping, restful sleep.
Wishing that plus ease-ma and health for Ellie and Sara. Poor li'l sproglets.