We were staying at Sandals Negril but Dave bought the drugs through the fence to Hedonism. Those drugs, at least... the weed was delivered to our room by the bellman soon after we arrived. This was February of 1994.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Weed to your door...that is my homeland, for good or for ill.
Where is the night shift? I'm trying to stay up late!
The last movie just got out, I'm fixing to go home.
Umm not very sharp right now. I could try a fauxuffle. Down with bacon! Except when covered in cilantro flavored chocolate.
Bacon chocolate! Mmm.
You know, I couldn't tell you what cilantro tastes like. Is there a cilantro middle ground? I'm it.
I'm here. You'd think after the insomnia fairies visit till after 5am, I'd be tired now. Nope. Not so much.
Oh, my Mom (87) read to some kids for Dr. Seus's birthday a few weeks ago. It had snowed recently, so she asked one of the kids if he built a snowman. "Yes", he replied "It took me and my two daddies hours".
Another kid kind of gave all the grown-ups the sink-eye. "Isn't Dr. Seus dead?" he asked.
"Yes, honey" said my Mom.
"So are we going to dig him up or what?" asked the little kid.
I was tempted to buy fancy high-end chocolate today, but it was too too spendy, like $10 a bar. And there wasn't even bacon in it.
Oh, and a funny link, satirizing a well known hate group. The link is to God hates Figs. Actually, I think God Hates Shrimp is funnier.
Omnis, those aren't the terms on which I'd call in the night shift--I'm sorry.
TB--Exhumation orders! Today's youth...