I'm pretty sure my clutch is shot.
'Shindig'
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'll shoot yer clutch...
Promises promises.
A butt-clutch?
Oh, boy. You don't want to be around when the butt clutch-plate goes out.
You also don't want to see what happens when the synchromesh goes out on reverse. It is NOT pretty.
I just got the best birthday card from my Grandmother. I don't actively go around denying the existence of God but I'm almost positive she knows I'm not one of the faithful.
Hope this birthday finds you enjoying one of God's greatest gifts-
Birthday cake. Have seconds from me.
Mmmrph. My tummy is starting to feel... strange. amyth better not have given me the norovirus.
I'm alone in the office. Want to go home. Now. NOW. PLEASE.
Has anyone seen my motivation?
MM used it all to get his recycling picked up.
I guess staying home from the office today was a good idea. I just slept all day. And I feel better now, so I probably slept off whatever was making me sick yesterday.
My geek neighbors have been discussing cheese for the last half hour. Apparently one of them is a serious cheese aficionado. He said, sadly, "I can't get my wife to try interesting cheese. She likes cheese, but she doesn't love cheese." Someone else: "Well, there's a cheese for everyone."
It sounded like it was almost a dealbreaker, the like, not love, of cheese.