There was nothing nifty about this dude, nor did I sense any kind of ambition to become nifty. Just a lot of, "gee all these things have *happened* to me and I don't know *why*?" After the drugs for sex revelation, he didn't even say, "...but I don't do that anymore," which would strike me as a good first step.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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I think of a friend's Ex who asserted that the fact that he shoved her into a wall and punched her in the stomach was okay because after all, they were arguing and he "didn't hit her in the face".
Awww, what a good guy! He sounds like the guys who think they deserve some feminist-of-the-year award since they don't go around raping women.
I think of a friend's Ex who asserted that the fact that he shoved her into a wall and punched her in the stomach was okay because after all, they were arguing and he "didn't hit her in the face".
Yikes, I'm glad for your friend that the word 'Ex' is in there.
Being high on cocaine can do wonders for one's self-confidence, I hear.
Hmm... and Leif does have a lot of energy...
(Sorry, Gud. I'm just amused at the thought of second or third graders using hard drugs).
I'm just amused at the thought of second or third graders using hard drugs
My friend Miriam is a pediatric nurse. She often posts on message boards that she "gives drugs to small children."
When I worked for a pharmacy I delighted in saying I delivered drugs for a living.
My kids never fail to be amused when I tell them to take drugs. It would likely not be as funny if they did.
I had a friend who had to very carefully say medicine, not drugs or she would get lectures from her kids
and in good news my kitty is waking up from his drugs. the vet assitant is finding him very funny. She called him a lightweight.
the vet assitant is finding him very funny. She called him a lightweight.
I can totally relate to poor lightweight kitty. Upon waking up from anaesthetic, after having my wisdom teeth out, I spent about twenty minutes insisting to my mother that Margaret Thatcher was going to kill us all. It was election season - 1997. Drugs of all sorts make me loopy (and amnesiac).