Wow, what an unbelievably giant fucking fuck.
Wash: You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress. Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress? Jayne: I'll chip in. Zoe: I can hurt you.
'Shindig'
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.
Dana - Nov 16, 2012 1:00:34 pm PST #22909 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
sj - Nov 16, 2012 1:01:29 pm PST #22910 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
So, rather than punching him in the face
I give you so much credit for not punching him; he was practically begging for it; and you should so file a complaint with medicare.
Steph L. - Nov 16, 2012 1:03:47 pm PST #22911 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I do think that sitting through that counts towards today's Onerous Task Day AND the next 10.
Doctor I Am An Asshole was also kind of snide to my dad, but in really subtle ways. And then he mentioned his AK-47. (To be fair, my dad had a gun catalog on the coffee table, so the two of them bonded over a love of weapons that the second amendment never intended private citizens to brandish.)
Cass - Nov 16, 2012 1:04:37 pm PST #22912 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
and you should so file a complaint with medicare.
You really should. He was essentially giving you medical advice and you are not his patient and he does not know your medical history.
I mean, he's an ass, obviously. But I don't see a complaint about that changing anything. Being a doctor coming to only collect info on your Dad and offering you unsolicited medical advice? Pretty sure that's not how it legally works. At all.
Steph L. - Nov 16, 2012 1:07:01 pm PST #22913 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
you should so file a complaint with medicare.
After I know he's turned his report in, I will, with either medicare or the visiting physicians' group he's with (whose logo was displayed on his jacket, bag, and car), or both. I just want to be sure he's turned his report in, because I don't want a complaint about him to influence what he says about my dad and his huge medical problems, for which he needs to continue receiving care.
Steph L. - Nov 16, 2012 1:08:36 pm PST #22914 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Being a doctor coming to only collect info on your Dad and offering you unsolicited medical advice? Pretty sure that's not how it legally works. At all.
I've found that the temptation to shame the fatties is too great for some people, even those who should know better.
Too bad it didn't work.
Steph L. - Nov 16, 2012 1:12:12 pm PST #22915 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
And I did, by the way, go to the gym after work last night. Booyah.
Scrappy - Nov 16, 2012 1:33:22 pm PST #22916 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
What the fuck, Teppy.
brenda m - Nov 16, 2012 1:35:14 pm PST #22917 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Jesus fucking fuck. I think your plan is a good one for dealing with Dr. Asshole.
smonster - Nov 16, 2012 1:36:53 pm PST #22918 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
You go, Steph. Fuck that fucking fuck indeed.
OMG my life would be so much better if I could afford a professional massage on a semi-reg basis. And this guy was GOOD. He ran out of time on my left hip, which I had asked him to focus on, I think because he found so many other nasty knots along the way. But yeah, 90 min of bliss.