How to most effectively battle the common cold.
Oh, I wish those council guys would let me have an hour alone in the room with her, if I was larger and had grenades.
Willow ,'Storyteller'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
§ ita § - Nov 10, 2010 8:06:16 am PST #8097 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Barb - Nov 10, 2010 8:42:28 am PST #8098 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
We finally have an update from Camp Crazypants. The response to Lawyer Man's excellent bullet-pointed letter—seriously, his last response to them was a thing of beauty: their last letter had been full of bullshit and bombast wrapped in convoluted language, while his was literally an opening paragraph followed by a bullet-pointed list that deconstructed all of their bullshit.
Anyhow, their response is mercifully short and in theory, tacitly acknowledges that they're full of shit. However, how it's phrased leaves something to be desired since it's all "Ms. F will do this" and "Ms. F will do that..." followed by a final caveat of "Sound actual confusion occur, regardless of origin, our client reserves all rights to all remedies under law and equity to enforce her rights to the name," (i.e. come after your client's ass again) which, as you can well imagine, is Not On.
I mean, an agreement/contract would seem to suggest that each party has to bring something to the table, no?
Twatwaffle.
Hil R. - Nov 10, 2010 9:16:59 am PST #8099 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I had some tea with honey, which my mother insists is a magical cure for all respiratory problems. I feel marginally better, I guess. Maybe it's less magic with red tea, but that was all I had.
Fred Pete - Nov 10, 2010 9:21:56 am PST #8100 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Barb, that sounds like a letter that begs for two responses. The one you send, and the one you'd love to send if you dared.
Barb - Nov 10, 2010 9:24:07 am PST #8101 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Barb, that sounds like a letter that begs for two responses. The one you send, and the one you'd love to send if you dared.
No shit, Fred. The one I'd love to send would consist of seven words: "Fuck off and die. No love, Me."
I have been informed, however, that this is perhaps a wee bit lacking in diplomacy.
Aims - Nov 10, 2010 9:25:29 am PST #8102 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Oh DCJ ... so much ~~ma to your mom and Ray and you and Andi. Thinking of you lots and lots.
Strix - Nov 10, 2010 9:27:20 am PST #8103 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh, Barb. She really is as dumb as a box of hair. Or, even worse, assumes that you are.
Fred Pete - Nov 10, 2010 9:28:19 am PST #8104 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
that this is perhaps a wee bit lacking in diplomacy.
I was thinking along the lines of a three-page letter full of pointed phrases and other assorted snark. The verbal equivalent of a dozen stilettos.
Though your sledgehammer approach works just as well.
Barb - Nov 10, 2010 9:34:33 am PST #8105 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Or, even worse, assumes that you are.
This.
Jars - Nov 10, 2010 9:39:18 am PST #8106 of 30000
Oh my God, oh my God. Grown-up fucking fail.
We forgot to pay the rent.
WE. FORGOT. TO PAY. THE RENT.
The landlord just rang me.
Fuckity fucking shit pile shit cunts. Fuck.