'Objects In Space'
[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 drive a red car and have only been pulled over once. And, let's just say, I deserved it.
Once I was driving a rented red Mustang convertible through Wisconsin. The speed limit was 65, and I was in a whole gaggle of cars doing 80. They picked me to stop and ticket. Plus I had to pay the whole $165 on the spot to avoid going to jail!
So I dunno if he stopped me because my car was red, because it was a sporty car, or because I was a FIB....
I drive a red car and have only been pulled over once. And, let's just say, I deserved it.
Was that when you were singing along to Wicked?
(Oh, and HI!!! Chikat! I've got to call you soon!)
Hi, ChiKat!
How have you been? Do you have any updates on your school and your students and next year?
So I dunno if he stopped me because my car was red, because it was a sporty car, or because I was a FIB....
Fresh in the Boat?
Fresh in the Boat
Fucking Illinois Bastard. (It's what the Cheeseheads call us.)
Fucking Illinois Bastard. (It's what the Cheeseheads call us.)
Also, Michiganders. I've learned a lot dating a midwesterner!
FIB....
Fresh in the Boat?
"FIBs" are what Cheeseheads call us Illinoisans. It stands for "fuckin' Illinois bastards/bitches". If they don't like how you're driving, you could hear "goddamn FIB!!" shouted at you as you're driving along.
The higher insurance on red cars is an urban myth.
So is the rate of traffic stops.
I've got *nothing* for DisabilityNation next week. I mean, yeah, we took it up the butt in the new budget, but we *always* do that, even if things aren't that bad, so it's hard to get all "And now, as promised, a Special Comment," about that. And I hardly have crip Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha using me to work out their personal shit. I honestly considered milking the Alter FDR bio for two posts, but it is too short.
If they don't like how you're driving, you could hear "goddamn FIB!!" shouted at you as you're driving along.
It's the transplanted Californians here in Utah, the ones who see a drift of white on the breeze and assume the Yukon Express is about to hit and that they must begin flailing in panic.