a colleague's wife asked him, when he sat to the table, first thing at 7:30am: "Have you been to a concentration camp?". We all chocked.
was she related to Hil's officemate? Cause that sounds like the kind of stuff he would say.
[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.
a colleague's wife asked him, when he sat to the table, first thing at 7:30am: "Have you been to a concentration camp?". We all chocked.
was she related to Hil's officemate? Cause that sounds like the kind of stuff he would say.
And just like *that*, Joe's birthday shopping for me is done. [link]
Wow, the proportions for the Joan doll might even be close to right, for once.
"had to live at"?
That. He was in Theresienstadt.
At the end, it turned out she's teaching some things related to the holocaust, and couldn't miss the opportunity to speak with an informant.
DW said I started snoring and the baby would do a soft hum noise after each snore.
Awww, the snoring must be comfortable and familiar.
I went to work this morning but it seems I need more rest so I am back home to nap.
I would like a scone with clotted cream and strawberry jam now please.
quietly whimpers
Why has such a thing not appeared on my desk? Whyyyyyy?
Oh, and just so we'll make that fuzzy thing clear:
Fuzziness, IMHO, isn't related to body-hair as much as it's related to character.
Think of foamy, minus the sex. (Because I don't think of you like that. OK, not about all of you). That's "fuzzy", to me. And that's what you are.
Like Fuzzy Wuzzy the Bear?
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
Hmm, so even if I shave, I can be fuzzy. I wonder what would make me foamy. I guess foamy is in the eye of the beholder.
Like Fuzzy Wuzzy the Bear?
Yes!
google maps will give directions for riding on a bike (beta): [link] Nice addition to the public transit and walking directions.