The Mayor ,'End of Days'
[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.
WTF am I supposed to say in response to that?
"Message received. Communication ends."
Classic for a reason, and I'm sorry. Also your neighbor is...assumptive. I get his frustration, but way to assume incorrectly, dude. And your other neighbor needs to go wash his/her clothes down by the stream on rocks. Alone.
OTOH, HOUSE! Your own garage! Your own w/d!
Can't get to sleep. Everything hurts. And it's way too late to take any meds if I want to be even vaguely functional tomorrow.
I have a wofe, sorta. Won't wear the apron, though. Doesn't do floors, either. Cooking, food shopping, laundry, check. Just no apron.
Cooking, food shopping, laundry,
That so counts towards wofishness. Is there a pipe and slippers involved?
The wheels will be a classic 2002 1st gen Prius!
On a road trip they are all 67 Impalas. Your Impala just gets better gas mileage.
This [link] might help you navigate. Damn, if nothing else, it's kinda fun to go through their links. I'm not sure I bring anything else to the table but OKC is only 2 1/2 hours from me.
On a road trip they are all 67 Impalas. Your Impala just gets better gas mileage.
Ha! Love that!
to break the nervousness of blind date:
Not nervous. Just cautious.
This [link] might help you navigate. Damn, if nothing else, it's kinda fun to go through their links. I'm not sure I bring anything else to the table but OKC is only 2 1/2 hours from me.Ha, great minds link a like. 2.5 hours, huh? maybe another f2f? I'm starting to like this idea more and more. If I want to stay true to the route, a navigator would help. Too bad my cheap-o GPS can't download GPS tracks. Eh, what do you want for a cheap Woot special?
If I want to stay true to the route, a navigator would help.
That would make *me* the Sam. I am thinking I do better conversation than the average GPS. At least better than my Tom-Tom. "Turn. right. ahead".
ha,my GPS just goes ding ding, no speaking.
meara's ex-gal and smonster's ex-bloke need to get together and compare breakup notes, then get a frackin clue together. And stop bothering our lovelies with their obnoxious communiques.