Eeep. Just thinking how often I call you Teppy on FB.
It's seriously no big deal. No deal of any size, actually. For reals. It's 100% just a source of amusement to me.
Haven't you killed me enough for one day?
Mal ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2014 3:22:35 pm PST #8063 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
SuziQ - Jan 11, 2014 3:27:48 pm PST #8064 of 30002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Ok. I'll Teppy away.
Connie Neil - Jan 11, 2014 3:35:57 pm PST #8065 of 30002
brillig
So is Madame Teppilicious right out?
Scrappy - Jan 11, 2014 4:13:35 pm PST #8066 of 30002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Empress Teppalina of The Teplands?
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2014 4:14:53 pm PST #8067 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Scrappy, what a faux pas!
We're now the Central Republic of the United Teplands.
Connie Neil - Jan 11, 2014 4:17:50 pm PST #8068 of 30002
brillig
I guess that puts me in the Western Teplands.
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2014 4:31:02 pm PST #8069 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
We'll annex your provinces soon, Connie.
Very soon.
Connie Neil - Jan 11, 2014 4:32:19 pm PST #8070 of 30002
brillig
I for one welcome my new overlords.
le nubian - Jan 11, 2014 4:49:35 pm PST #8071 of 30002
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
So many people shorten my name that I decided I will not answer to it at all if it occurs. They yell my shortened name insistently and I say to them: "oh, my name is XXX, I didn't think you were talking to me."
Cass - Jan 11, 2014 5:14:03 pm PST #8072 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
In dogs, I remember reading about ball prostheses that vets could put in the sack after ball removal, to keep things looking, um, robust. I always figured that was more for owners who wanted the image of a bad-ass, macho dog
Testicle prosthetics are ENTIRELY about the owner. And, I always suspect, those guys are personally insecure.
I decided I will not answer to it at all if it occurs. They yell my shortened name insistently and I say to them: "oh, my name is XXX, I didn't think you were talking to me."
I've done a version of this. It's hysterical.
Stopped by a local carniceria that I'd never seen and picked up many things. None of them actually meat. Some fresh chiles, sope and cotija. Which has been converted into dinner.