I've been getting calls - at work - from a company that wants me to answer their survey questions. They always get me at a bad time, but I doubt I'd answer anyway: first, I refuse to take part in these phone surveys; second, they seem to be calling from overseas on a truly terrible connection; three, the people calling are working from a script that they seem to have never seen before. Also, between the lousy connection and very strong accent, I can barely understand them.
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.
{{{Cash}}} I'm so sorry. I'd really like all of us to get a break at this point. I know life isn't fair, but we're veering into the territory of Just. Too. Much.
Oh, Cash, ARGH NO. FUCK CANCER.
with a rapid-fire change of pace, I would like us to note that the Game of Thrones guys put GWB's head on a pike. WTF.
Speaking as someone who has actually worn a kimono, it is a long and arduous process that involves a lot of cursing.
Maybe that's just me, though.
Fuck, Cash. I'm sorry.
Oh, Cash. Cancer really needs to fuck off.
I'm so sorry, Cash.
I'm so sorry for your loss Karl.
And Cash, healing-ma for your mom, and coping-ma for the rest of you.
I'm so sorry, Cash. Healing ~ma headed to your mom.
Fuck Cancer. For Cash and for everyone else who has it or has someone close to them to has it or has lost someone to it.