Spike: Ladies. Come on in. Plenty of blood in the fridge, don't be shy. Dawn: You mean like, real blood? Spike: What do you think? Dawn: Mostly I think, 'Eew!'

'Potential'


Natter 70: Hookers and Blow  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


aurelia - Jul 24, 2012 10:10:35 am PDT #15260 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

The first stick shift I drove was one of these, but with a cab and a flatbed trailer. Most of the stick shifts I've driven were military surplus vans or trucks. I've only had a couple of occasions to drive a stick made after 1970.


Zenkitty - Jul 24, 2012 10:16:45 am PDT #15261 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

My mom taught me to drive in a stick shift VW Beetle on the country roads around our farm. I had been driving tractors in the fields before that, so it shouldn't have been a Thing, but I was terrified. I learned, though.

Haven't driven a stick shift in eons, now. I probably could remember how pretty quickly, but I wouldn't want to relearn it in someone else's car!

She said her dad told her to hold the shifter gently like she was holding a guy's cock.

eeewwwwwwwww


le nubian - Jul 24, 2012 10:17:23 am PDT #15262 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Dang Typo.


brenda m - Jul 24, 2012 10:24:00 am PDT #15263 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

To have it pulled? That sounds way out of line.


msbelle - Jul 24, 2012 10:25:19 am PDT #15264 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

too many people ask me to do too many different things. I don't know enough and I can't keep anything straight. I am pretty sure I need an increase in meds also. I started crying when someone asked if I had set up a phone meeting yet. That was at 9am this morning and I had no recollection of when the previous request had come in (it was in an email yesterday afternoon that I had flagged, but had not gotten to yet in the never-ending task list).


Connie Neil - Jul 24, 2012 11:03:18 am PDT #15265 of 30001
brillig

Daddy tried to teach me how to shift, but it got too frustrating. I only learned manual when Hubby had a dislocated shoulder and couldn't shift as it was healing, so I had to shift as he pushed the clutch. It worked. But he doesn't think I do it right, so he only things I should drive automatic. Which is cool by me, because my knee hates clutches.

He learned to drive a shift when he was in the Forest Service and his boss drove him and an aviation fuel truck onto an active runway, told him a plane was due in 20 minutes, and it was up to him to get the truck off the runway.


SuziQ - Jul 24, 2012 11:07:54 am PDT #15266 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

typo - that sucks.

msbelle - I'm sorry it is a rough day. I came into the thread to post a MSBELLE IS THE NICEST. Cause you are. And I thank you deeply.


sumi - Jul 24, 2012 11:09:55 am PDT #15267 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

I learned to drive in high school. Automatic transmission - so my dad had to teach me to drive the manual because that's the kind we had. (The following year my high school started teaching manual - sigh.)

I don't recall practicing in parking lots or anything - but I do remember my father teaching my mother to drive and her practicing in the field at my grandmother's farm.


Burrell - Jul 24, 2012 11:10:19 am PDT #15268 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Sending you love and hugs, msbelle.


Jesse - Jul 24, 2012 11:29:36 am PDT #15269 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Aw, msbelle.

I just found out I have to go sign my lease at 11am next week. Super annoying! They only do it ever between 10am and 2pm. Honestly, I would take the whole day off work except it's our ice cream social! Hee. But anyway, this lady at the landlord's was like, "Your broker called me... We don't usually call people." Um, what do you mean? "They usually call us." Right, you mean more than the FOUR VOICEMAIL MESSAGES I've left you over the past two weeks, including ONE THIS MORNING. Right. Argh.