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[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.
Mainly I remember you puzzling over a sidelong mention of some planning detail that was met with lots of noise from everyone, and we then had to go and explain all the backstory of why I could post, like, four words and get so much response.
Ha, I think I recall that.
Also, for your first several weeks on the board you thought Hec's real name was Hector. Which is still unreasonably amusing to me.
Hee.
Jilli, tons of not~cancer~ma to you.
Just stopped by the Habitat For Humanity garage sales in town>
Andi and I donated items like the $18 pair of shoes I bought and wore two times but hurt my feet from being too short.
I paid my $1 donation to get in and did not check on the status of my shoes. I did however find a Plantronics CS50 wireless headset I can bring to work because the company is too cheap to buy me one. It looked unused, in the box, and marked $2.
If it works, I think I got the better part of the donation spoils. I also picked up a newer Sony Discman for $3 and a caller ID display for the bedroom phone for a quarter.
I hope Andi will forgive me for going to the sale alone.
Much no-cancer~ma to you, Jilli.
What the hell is up with the AC guy? Where is he? God, I wish I could be Ari Gold for just long enough to a. Own his ass. b. make him grovel and c. imply that somebody on his staff wanted to perform unnatural acts upon my person. And people say you can't learn anything from television. Could've fooled me.
c. imply that somebody on his staff wanted to perform unnatural acts upon my person.
True story.
Yeah, you're right, doesn't exist without "True story." True story. Of course my mom, who spent most of a career as a "Lloyd", of sorts. says anyone who says "True story," that much lies like a rug. In this case, it would be a uniquely Freudian burn as it's AC Guy and Son. Very Joseph Campbell. I like it.
Yayayayayayayayay! I am so so glad, Aims!!! And, I totally missed your call last night. My cell was in my car. If you still want to talk, I'll e-mail you my home number. That's a better way to get me.
I knew I should have stopped at Yogurtland on my way back from picking up my car. Damn!
There are times Caller I.D. can be bad. I got all excited a few minutes ago when the phone rang and it was an unfamiliar number with a NYC area code. Maybe it was one of the agents I'd queried?
Nope. It was Saks, wanting to know if I'd enjoyed the skincare samples I'd picked up in March.
Oy.