Hey, glad to see you, sorry about your place. I had very little sanity in my own twenties, just a black cloud that followed me.
Giles ,'Selfless'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Much sympathy for you and your conflicting feelings, Juliebird. It's understandable, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Juliebird. That ton of bricks is hard to bear.
Julie, be kind with yourself.
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Let me share with you all a disturbing occurrence:
The moment you realize that the gentleman who is wearing the ittybitty flame-emblazoned speedo and standing on the deck of the pool doing post-swim hip rolls and thrusts (and yes, as lewd looking as it sounds,) is a coworker. Not one you've worked with, but still.
Now magnify this terrible reality with the dawning realization that without the benefit of foggy googles, it is also evident that his speedo has hit a vaguely translucent stage in full illumination of the setting sun.
I hope I NEVER have to work with him. My first words might be " you need a new swimsuit!"
The Translucent Speedos would however be an excellent name for a college rock band.
The Foggy Googles would be an excellent name for any band.
Sorry for the aftershocks, Juliebird.
FLAME. EMBLAZONED. TRANSLUCENT. SPEEDOS?
it is also evident that his speedo has hit a vaguely translucent stage in full illumination of the setting sun.
I'm cackling uncontrollably at this rancid Maraschino cherry atop a Nope Nope Nope! sundae.
I'm reeling.
That's not making it better, shrift.