I was asking because a friend has his leg amputated yesterday and I am going to go see him...but it will likely be on the weekend.
Well, yes, I am here, and we live right around the corner, so if you want to meet for coffee before or after just let me know.
Also, if he feels like he needs more visitors or books or magazines or treats that aren't on the menu (medical care here is fantastic, but as a former inpatient I must state with regret that the patient food sucks rancid donkey balls and the main staff cafeteria isn't much better--but I know all the places where the genuinely good food is hiding), let me know and I'll e you my office number here.
Awww, thanks.
Erikaj, you here? Friend whose leg was amputated= Larry Biscamp, AKA founder of Center for Independent Living. He's had a brutal infection for weeks, and his father died a couple of weeks ago. It's been awful.
Surprise asshook is nobody's friend.
Truer words have never been spoken.
I had six attorneys* today. I'm pooped.
*in neither the feather nor chicken way
It's kink if, after you've already consented to sex, it requires extra permission. Like, I wouldn't think twice about going down on someone but I'd probably ask before I smacked them on the ass.
And Laga with the win on a quick, practical definition of kink. Although, if you are with the same partner long enough, does one just assume some things are ok? Wait, that's rhetorical. I'm afraid what can of worms that would open with this gang.
if you are with the same partner long enough, does one just assume some things are ok?
Depends on what the things are, I reckon.
*in neither the feather nor chicken way
...in the "I have six baby
what's?
" way?
My luggage is bigger than me.
I was an Anthropology major. Which, being the study of all things Men Do, can be related to study of asshooks.
Which are also used to
tether the head back. Which is a better use, anyway, because if a hook is in there, nothing else can be, so what's the point? And if something else can, a line has been crossed somewhere.
I have no boundaries. I don't repress. My pants are not merely not on fire, they are hanging on the patio in full view from the road.
My luggage is bigger than me.
I'm picturing you dragging a steamer trunk.
