This no voice crud is so done. I normally like the guys I work with, but they are enjoying laughing at my whispered conversations a bit too much.
I want my voice back.
'Safe'
[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.
This no voice crud is so done. I normally like the guys I work with, but they are enjoying laughing at my whispered conversations a bit too much.
I want my voice back.
Rubber bands, paper clips, and germy spitballs are perfect for office warfare. I'm just saying.
Matt is on his phone interview now. I can't quite hear the words, but I love listening to him talk when he really know what he is saying . Smooth, confident, and articulate.
beth n matt 4-evah! I feel the same when DW gets passionate on an issue (which is like all the time as she is pretty passionate and opinionated about most things). She is a great speaker and so damned intelligent. Loves!
t / gushy talk
exactly .
My drivers ed teacher...gasp...30 years ago...was a well-meaning sadist. Or, at least I want to think he was well-meaning.
There was no radio in the DE car, so he'd bring a boombox and play Black Sabbath at ear-bleeding decibels. He'd slap the rear view mirror out of alignment just as you needed it wth an 'oooops!'
He once took us up a one lane dirt road in Niles Canyon to impress upon us which car is required to back up when on a one lane incline. I admit it. I cried.
Ohhh, that is cruel, bonny.
My teacher knew just how to make me cry. He must do that on a regular basis cause he had a box of tissues in the back seat of the car. I had been driving for 3 years before I even took driver's ed, so it wasn't like I was scared of being behind the wheel.
My driver's ed teacher said there was no point in teaching how to parallel park because it was something you just needed to do repeatedly to get the hang of it. (It must not have been on the driver's license test.) And it is so true!
I was terrified. The Driver's ed teacher was a nice kindly old gent with a good, strong heart. The first time I drove I tried to hit a tree and broke the signal indicator.
One of my high school driving instructors scared the crap out of me. They were all PE teachers and I got the impression that they weren't happy about having to teach Driver's Ed. I didn't pass my test until I was 20 and had gone to a professional instuctor. He wouldn't let me wear sandals during lessons but other than that he was a peach and quickly turned my fear of driving around. The only scary thing he did was tell me to turn the wrong way down a one-way street to teach me to pay more attention to the road signs than to the passenger giving directions.