'War Stories'
[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.
How can the man be in the hospital for heart problems when HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE? What, is his rock faulty?
Oh, I'm meaner than that I'm afraid. More along the lines of "How many heart attacks does this evil bastard get to survive? Huh?"
Or, a bit less self-righteously, "Ooooh! CheneyBot is on the fritz! He's just not in the budget anymore I'm afraid! So long, sucker!"
"How many heart attacks does this evil bastard get to survive? Huh?"
My dad has survived more than Cheney! Booyah!
(My doctor can call me back any time now....)
Also, I *desperately* don't want to be like Dick Cheney.
Stop shooting people in the face.
Is he in the hospital? I'm going to have to gloat in the suffering of my enemy.
I hope he's in pain, that fuckwad.
(Notice how I didn't wish that all Vice Presidents should suffer. I kept my rant tightly focused without a broad generalization.)
Stop shooting people in the face.
Never!
Never!
Well, then you better become the Vice President if you want to get away with it.
Notice how I didn't wish that all Vice Presidents should suffer. I kept my rant tightly focused without a broad generalization.
Hec wins at the internets today.
Is he in the hospital? I'm going to have to gloat in the suffering of my enemy.
I have no wish for Dick Cheney to be happy or healthy, but whenever he's in the hospital it fucks up my mom's workday something awful. (He gets treated in his own wing of the hospital where she works, and the security procedures are a huge PITA.)
Just one more reason to hate.
Shanie bear! Oh so cute. He has such bright, intelligent eyes, and I just want to nuzzle his wee nose.
Steph, if it's any consolation, during one of my visits to the ER the person in the next cubicle was being treated for ... constipation. No one seemed too upset with her for wasting their time.