That's like putting masturbation on your to-do list. "Oh fuck, gotta go fuck myself. Bother."
Masturbation is perfectly valid on a to-do list, if you're donating sperm. Because sometimes it involved driving to Wisconsin or Rockford, IL.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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That's like putting masturbation on your to-do list. "Oh fuck, gotta go fuck myself. Bother."
Masturbation is perfectly valid on a to-do list, if you're donating sperm. Because sometimes it involved driving to Wisconsin or Rockford, IL.
I'm pretty sure everyone's entitled to their own definition of onerous.
What airport, Jesse?
I think donating sperm is considered onanous, rather than onerous.
My onerous task for today was finding a workaround for a bunch of damaged archival image files that were needed for books we're having reprinted more than 5 years after the fact. I managed to do this successfully in a day's time against all odds, so if you know any lepers in need of curing now would be a good time to send them my way.
Jesse, let us know if you'll be stuck, if you need a place to crash, etc. My DH is going up to NYC tomorrow on the train.
I think donating sperm is considered onanous, rather than onerous.
It could be onanously onerous or onerously onanous.
I think donating sperm is considered onanous, rather than onerous.
Heh. Good point.
Whenever I hear about Onan, I think about his spilling semen on the ground and God smiting him. Also, emergency power generators.
Huh. Apparently Onan got bought out by Cummins. So now they're Cummins Onan
DCA, Lisa. Thanks, Sparky! I am hoping for the best. And trying to look at Amtrak, although the wifi in here sucks, and I hope we're about to get on the plane.... Wish me luck!
Tep, I don't see how cookie making counts as onerous.
That's like when people put "Clean off Tivo by watching lots of shows" on their to-do list. Cheating. That's what that is.
Nah, man, it was HARROWING. There was stirring! And turning on the stove! And licking my fingers!
...well, I *did* have to fend off the dog, who loves peanut butter as much as I do, and refused to vacate the kitchen as soon as he realized I was making something with His Yummy Treat.
Eh, if it wasn't obvious that I was being facetious about baking peanut-butter cookies as onerous, too bad.