Doyle ,'Life of the Party'
[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 like that one too, Tep. I love Wondermark.
There are some fairly weird-ass ones that I don't get (or at least don't get why it's funny/supposed to be funny). But that happens with xkcd, too. On the whole, I love Wondermark and xkcd.
Okay, going to the reunion thing.
On the whole, I love Wondermark and xkcd.
And Dinosaur Comics!
Okay, here is the funny-yet-horrifying story of what happened to me last night. Remember that I had severe gastric distress, so be prepared. It is totally TMI.
After a long time in the bathroom, during which I thought I had, um, cleared out my entire digestive tract, I got ready for bed. Jason went into the bathroom for his own ablutions. We have another bathroom just outside the back door (freaky design by the former owners, don't ask) and I then realized I had an urgent need for it. I ran out the door, and was in the bathroom frantically trying to untie my pajama pants and, well, was unable to remove them in time. So then I was out there, filthy, shaking and faint and TOTALLY HUMILIATED. I stripped off my clothes and cleaned up. I went across the yard to put them in the garbage can, on my tiptoes so I wouldn't step on a stray twig at which point Jason came to the back door. At seeing me standing in the middle of the freezing backyard, naked, on my tiptoes, he looked totally confused. I told him I did NOT want to talk about it and then went inside and took the world's longest shower.
Thus are the tender intimate moments of marriage.
Scrappy, you poor thing. I hope those weren't favorite jammies.
Yeah, they were. When I got into our office this morning, he was already on the internet looking for replacements for me. Because he's awesome that way, even if he did call me "poopy pants" all day.
Because he's awesome that way, even if he did call me "poopy pants" all day.
Ah, he's related to my husband.
And yet, we don't kill them.
I'm sorry you had to go through that, Scrappy, but that's terribly funny and your husband is very sweet. As we already knew, but more evidence is always nice.
he was already on the internet looking for replacements for me. Because he's awesome that way, even if he did call me "poopy pants" all day.
Bratty, sweet and ridiculously charming all at once.
Humor's the only way to get through that, Scrappy! I hope you're better. Your hubby is awesome.
Been there, done that. Don't want the poopy t-shirt.
And yet, we don't kill them.
We all have so much restraint this week. And we're very pretty.
Scrappy, sorry about the GI drama. Hope the new jammies come soon. And that you're feeling better now. (And that you've picked up some Immodium to keep on hand - good stuff).