Here's how out of it I was this morning when my alarm went off. I just discovered I have my boxers on backwards.
Tracy ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[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.
Drew, that's wonderful news! I'm so excited for you!
Here's how out of it I was this morning when my alarm went off. I just discovered I have my boxers on backwards.
Drew, that's wonderful news! I'm so excited for you!
Heh.
Okay, fine, no-context theatre gets me again. Congrats on the job news, not the backwards boxers.
Obviously I need more tea.
Clearly! More tea it is!
Me? I need more coffee. Yes.
Hey Plei, you wouldn't happen to have your car today, would you? Because escaping the campus at lunchtime sounds enticing.
Okay, fine, no-context theatre gets me again.
I thought it was hilarious, accidental x-post or no.
Hey Plei, you wouldn't happen to have your car today, would you? Because escaping the campus at lunchtime sounds enticing.
Not until Thursday, sadly.
To which I say: WOE.
WOE indeed. Woe and despair.
I thought it was a pretty funny x-post myself.