I'm sorry, Barb. I'm glad your son has a supportive home to go back to, after dealing with sucktastic classmates.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Suddenly picturing Shir wondering why American swing dancers were so dang friendly. Ha, I shouldn't laugh...your English is terrific and I don't know any Hebrew. But I did just buy a whole printer and printer accessories for $112. So I might just do one of Ari Gold's secret, on the phone, happy dances in a second...maybe including a terrorist fist bump.
Nudge Nudge Sketch
Dear God, why in order to be funny people thing they have to mimic sportscasters? It just make me want to kick them.
Suddenly picturing Shir wondering why American swing dancers were so dang friendly
Oh, they were. They most certainly were.
i'm sure that I'm not the only one who did a double take there, right?
Over here we talk about 'swing' without adding the 'dancing' part. "I went to my swing lesson" says my mum. I'm sure she almost always means dance...
... wait.
There are lessons?
Wow.
My mother takes lessons in swing, jive and... um... something else. (Me, not so good with the dancing. I tend to stop listening when she starts going on about it. This may be bad.)
Yay for good T news, sj!
Also, I don't think I wished a quick recovery to Mr. Peabody. Poor little guy. I'm glad he has you, Ginger.
DUDE!
Amazing thunderstorm going on. Also much hail, which is not so awesome.
There was a thunderstorm here too. Lots of hail at the house, no hail at the office.