And if the condom snags on a vajazzle and breaks, well that's what you get for trying to thwart God's infinite plan.
GOD HATES VAJAZZLING
This all reminds me, I need to make sure my postpartum checkup includes an IUD...
Best. Thing. EVAR.
Angel ,'Just Rewards (2)'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And if the condom snags on a vajazzle and breaks, well that's what you get for trying to thwart God's infinite plan.
GOD HATES VAJAZZLING
This all reminds me, I need to make sure my postpartum checkup includes an IUD...
Best. Thing. EVAR.
OB and Playtex are accessories to murder! We must picket their plants and all stores that carry them!
A new angle to the OB shortage! We must investigate!
Also, what Consuela said about the babies that result from no contraception. It must be fucked up to live in a world where you can convince yourself every child is born into a two-parent het family with the money to raise her.
I was so hungry I was going to gnaw my own leg off. Half a cheesesteak later, I'm perfectly full. And that other half is going to taste like ass when I get round to it.
It must be fucked up to live in a world where you can convince yourself every child is born into a two-parent het family with the money to raise her.
Well, if the US would just go back to the Gold Standard (as our current money system is unconstitutional), our economy would improve and everyone would be in a two-parent het family with the man as the sole breadwinner....
ION, awesome fractal table: [link]
I read this as noromovirus and worried! I don't want to stop shipping!
ita, I don't know what this means!
Calli, thanks, and thanks for your phone call. I called my pharmacy, and they are delivering my prescriptions, because they (like you) are awesome. So your evening is free!
ita, I don't know what this means!
Heh. Noromo = No Romance.
Noromo = No Romance.
It is, I think, a term that originated in X Files fandom. You had the M/S shippers, and the noromo camp.
I'm sorry you're sick, but if you have anti-shipping cooties, I worry they can be transmitted by keyboard.
I called my pharmacy, and they are delivering my prescriptions, because they (like you) are awesome. So your evening is free!
Yay! You get your drugs and I get to go drink. A story with a happy ending, buffista-style.
How lovely if the right-wingers were all taken bodily up into the heaven that they deserve. Then we could get back to work.