When it comes to sexy pictures of exes I think the polite thing to do would be to send them to your ex.
There's a very strong possibility she'll be at the visitation Monday night. So I guess we could bring the CDs to the funeral home....
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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When it comes to sexy pictures of exes I think the polite thing to do would be to send them to your ex.
There's a very strong possibility she'll be at the visitation Monday night. So I guess we could bring the CDs to the funeral home....
I'm not sure I would want to be handed naked pictures of myself at a funeral home. Even if they're on a disc... it would depend on what kind of relationship I had with the person who was giving them to me.
I'm not sure I would want to be handed naked pictures of myself at a funeral home. Even if they're on a disc... it would depend on what kind of relationship I had with the person who was giving them to me.
Yeah, that's why I was joking. I'm not actually that much of an inappropriate tacky bitch.
Related to ADD/ADHD: Old Spice Meets ADHD. Seriously, it is fucking HILARIOUS.
Sometimes my irony detector is faulty. Sorry. And now I've misused irony. gads.
I maintain there's a time limit on how long random objects retain their discrete object-hood when resting on a horizontal surface. That limit's expiration results in the object becoming part of the horizontal surface and no longer visible as a separate object.
That is probably the truest thing I have ever read
Like that time I overlooked the porno mag on the toilet tank when I cleaned up before my dad came over.
This is where I pimp for writing cred references for freelance work....
(Only kinda joking...)
I am very guilty of objects blending with surface they are on. I know where to look for said object, but it might be several layers deep. Since my move to TX, I am a lot better. Mom is 100x worse than me. When I was at my worst.
When in purge mode, I follow the maxim "when in doubt, throw it out"! Trying to teach mom that.
My father has a system. It involves shifting of piles. If he hasn't used it in awhile, it goes to the attic. If it's been in the attic for awhile, it goes to the curb. I can't recall if the period is one year or two. Or maybe one year to the actic, two years in the attic, then to the curb. Either way, a plan.
Books I save. It took a lot of pondering to chuck the magazines. Moving helps. Is it worth $1/lb? No?chuck it.
Hee. This conversation is apropos as I am posting in taking a break between cleaning all the things. Guests on Sunday. Seems to be the only time I can be arsed to deep clean. But it's also a beautiful rainy day, so we have the windows all flung open and airing the house out and it's just great.
Oh, desert rain... I am envious. It's the most amazing smell.