...that's too hard-core for me. But remind me never to try and torture you to get the secret nuclear plans.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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I thought that was how to beat a polygraph.
my 68-year-old dad got his first tattoo. ON HIS NECK. (I actually think that the tat itself looks fantastic; I just have some doubts about the placement.
Are those his initials?
They are. Like you said, just in case...
That's terrific, Aims!
I'm at work and already having a day. For some reason the minor work frictions that normally fly beneath my radar are totally up in my face today. I think I'll take myself out to lunch, and try to drown my rising tide of snark under fried wontons.
This morning I had to reset my password, then Outlook decided to freak out over that. Now our network is down and our issue tracking program had a hissy fit while I was doing the one bit of work I could still do.
I think I'm getting a double dose of Monday.
That is awesome, Aims! Go you.
You just need to find the cache of tranquilizer darts hidden in your office, Dana. Or is that just Jack Bauer? It's a while since I've worked in an office setting.
I thought that was how to beat a polygraph.
It works for that, too.
It works for that, too.
I thought Mythbusters said no.
Meeting over. I went quickly from nervous to pissed. I will be posting here from my phone in future.
It just hit me: I'm gonna be a teacher!! A real live teacher!!
The world will be a better place for it. Seriously.
"A teacher affects eternity; (s)he can never tell where his influence stops." ~ Henry Adams
A lot of coffee calms me down, but I have ADD.