Ginger, insent (or there will be shortly)
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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'd rather have no biscuit than heatstroke.
OK, so one of my old professors sends me a million e-mails a year of "jokes" and stuff. For whatever reason, I don't feel the need to confront him and ask him to stop. I have a filter that just pushes them into a folder, and every once in a while, I read through them some. Occasionally, one is funny. I laughed at this one:
A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. 'Human beings are the only animals that stutter,' she says.
A little girl raises her hand. 'I had a kitty-cat who stuttered.' The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.
'Well', she began, 'I was in the back yard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!' 'That must've been scary,' said the teacher. 'It sure was,' said the little girl. 'My kitty raised her back, went Sssss,Sssss, Sssss' and before she could say 'Shit!', the Rottweiler ate her! The teacher had to leave the room.
Shit! BWahahahaahah!
I am no longer in training for police dispatch at work. it was not a good night. My supervisor let me go home early on CISM[1] leave (usually reserved for extremely traumatic calls). I have self medicated with excessive exercise followed by alchohol, comfort food, and ice cream. Now i shall attempt to sleep and allow the kitties into my bedroom so that they can glom on the bed with me. That's how much i need snuggles. There need to be more awesome people close by and on my schedule. IJS.
[1] Crisis Intervention Stress Management. Totally appro for my mood.
Oh, damn, erin. I'm glad the supervisors at your work are so understanding of how bad the stress of just doing the job can be.
Oh, Erin, I'm so sorry. That sounds like an awful night. Many hugs from the east coast. I hope you can get some sleep.
Oh Erin - I am so sorry sweetheart. Many hugs to you. Wish we were closer, too.
{{{{{Erin}}}}}
Erin, it must have been awful; I'm sorry!
Alas, the funny story only made me feel sorry for the kitty...
Ginger, seriously? I would've been gone long before you. That's ridiculous.
That's a cute kitchen, Hil!