You're approaching this all wrong my boy ... rope, gag, bed, feeding tube, taser to obtain signatures ...
Ohhhh! Duh.
some could consider that foreplay
mmmhmmm
It is a Friday night at Maison SOMMS.
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/28/04
There's got to be an easier way without all the muss and fuss. And SWAT teams breaking down the door.
I'm on hold with the doc's office - current wait time is 21 minutes.
Real time or Waiting Room time? You might want to order in lunch.
Moony, will this help?
That lunch delivery was REALLY FAST!
Sometimes I'm fast. And sometimes I'm slow. As evidenced by a few recent posts.
**calls her DC "peoples"**
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/28/04
Ok, I got called away from the phone and MISSED my chance to talk with the advise nurse. I'm now back on "hold" - 28 minute wait this time.
I'm going to need another drink. Or ten.
That's enough. For now.
Okay, I'm off to work. See y'all later!
enough alcohol does make the pain go away...or you just pass out....or your like me decide your invincible get up and fall and make yourself worse...
You pass out? Oh, good. In that case, could someone pour me a few? It's 1:30 am and I can't sleep.
I'm sure Moony won't mind sharing one of her drinks. Now if it was Shamey or Tink, you might be in trouble.
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
well, not always girly. I would always share my drinks with a good friend. Not so good friend? Well than ya just screwed!
Heppy - here is the key to the liquor cabinet. Just clean up when you are done.
Women Are Evil By Nature...
A woman went up to the bar in
a quiet rural pub. She gestured alluringly to the bartender who
approached her immediately. She seductively signaled that he should
bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently caressed his full
beard.
'Are you the manager?' she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.
'Actually, no,' he replied.
'Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,' she said, running her
hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
'I'm afraid I can't,' breathed the bartender.. 'Is there anything I can do?'
'Yes. I need you to give him a message,' she continued, running her
forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of
her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
'What should I tell him?' the bartender managed to say.
'Tell him,' she whispered, 'There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or
paper towels in the ladies room.'
Thanks, Tink. I'll just crawl in and have a little nap.
That's why I said "might" Tink!!
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
Gross, Tink!
Now, a woman would never have that problem. No sane woman would ever suck on a stranger's fingers no matter how hot he or she was.
And, contrary to popular belief, I am perfectly willing to share my alcohol. I just expect the same courtesy.
Cheers, Shamey, cheers.
Hi Hep! I'm sorry you can't sleep, but I'm glad you're here. If that makes any sense at all.
Thanks, Shamey. I got it.
Good day adults! Vacation is almost over, actually doing some catch-up work preparing for auditions on Monday. Flying home tomorrow.
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