There was a camel???
My sister showed me some footage of straight rugger players in the UK jacking each other off and stuff. People are weird. They showed the guys watching the footage, and they were all "Stuff happens when you drink..."
Rugby players could get a reputation, you know.
Jilli, healthma to you mother, still.
I think that was the horse? But still, daaaag.
Best thoughts to your mom and the rest of you, Jilli.
Continued ~ma to your mom and your family, Jilli.
What Anne said. You and family are in my thoughts.
Did I look at a horse and see a camel? Oh dear.
Thoughts and prayers with her Jilli.
Okay, this whole conversation is making me laff and laff.
This whole conversation is making me giggle, which I sorely need right now.
Last year's Dieux du Stade calendar saved the subtexty-est shoot for the Evans brothers. I guess it makes sense that they'd be more comfortable around each other naked than unrelated co-workers, but I'm betting that's one album they didn't take home to show Mom.
I know how unfun nonlucid moms are, Jilli.
So...despite everyone's worst fears (I wasn't the only sick looking person wandering around the parking garage) it looks like we've mostly recovered. Remains to be seen how the hardware holds up and stuff that was happening when the power cut off for the halon to blow, but...We recovered. In record time. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
(Though a big enough mess left that I've been working on getting the archive ingest and delivery system up for the past 3 hours.)