Toilet training update: Ryan went the whole weekend without accidents! I believe he's bought into the whole concept. (His parents also met expectations.)
'Just Rewards (2)'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
If I know any murderers I'm not aware of it.
Okay, nobody say anything to brenda, okay?
Okay, nobody say anything to brenda, okay?
Psst. enda-bra! Rhymes with Pita Boon.
I know a serial rapist. I think I'd rather know a murderer.
Typo Boy, forgot to say thanks for the recipe! Am riffing on that. You didn't mention any liquid, should I be adding some water? Going to cook it tomorrow.
I hung out with a Nicaraguan gun runner a few times back when I was a stripper. He'd probably killed someone.
I am sitting with everyone who can't get off the couch and feels guilty about it. This is getting to be a crowded couch.
I have an idea - we'll trade houses! I'll go to smonster's house and clean up, she'll go to Aims' house and clean up, Aims will go to Strix's house and clean up, and Strix will come to my house and clean up, and then we'll all meet here and go hang out in my niece's hot tub. The beauty of it is, we can add as many people as necessary all along the chain. Well, the real beauty is the hot tub, but who's in?
Zen has *all* the good ideas this weekend!
Flexeril consumed, bed time imminent.
That's business...you can't count that. I met a mob accountant. Ex-roommate's baby daddy...very polite. Still made the hairs stand up on my neck.
I think that the killers at krav were legally empowered by their respective governments, so not prosecutable under local laws, but hey...maybe even literal minefields in play here.
There was one guy who apparently really meant "If I told you I'd have to kill you." We were assured by management that he was an assassin for the French government--I guess someone gets to meet assassins from European governments, so it could have been me?
Still seems a bit sketch, tho.
I need to get up to freaking reheat dinner, not cook it, and to get some passwords off the dying computer. It feels really challenging at the mo.