Ok. I'll Teppy away.
'Life of the Party'
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.
So is Madame Teppilicious right out?
Empress Teppalina of The Teplands?
Scrappy, what a faux pas!
We're now the Central Republic of the United Teplands.
I guess that puts me in the Western Teplands.
We'll annex your provinces soon, Connie.
Very soon.
I for one welcome my new overlords.
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."
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.
Two more ladies nicknamed me since I last posted (in email). Not sure how to respond to that in the future. I detest teh "cute".