Ask if those women feel they have been with great lovers.
Try getting touched by someone else and get back to us…
But cold, I would think.
Aye. In space… it is very cold.
My Epiphany For the Day:
I’ve always miscounted! I thought that Epiphany and Twelfth Night were the same! ACKWWAKK! Epiphany is the day after the Twelfth Day of Christmas!
And I – an Anglican, a former member of the SCA, and a lover of Shakespeare to boot – have misled others. How many little children will go through life either misinformed or claiming that I lied?
Sob. Shudder.
Is that sometimes, people can keep up a charade for a VERY LONG TIME to get what they want. They’ll lie, cheat, whatever is necessary for them to cover their ass yet screw (both literally and figuratively) all folks involved. Occasionally, for no other reason than they can. Or for their own amusement/selfishness/to get their rocks off. Seriously disturbed shit that you’d think we be easy to spot, but if someone is really slick and the other naive, ya better watch out.
Yep, I won’t be forgetting that one any time soon. If I do, I’ll have the damn thing tattooed backwards on my forehead.
Loan me a sweater?
And no one can hear you scream. And the quacks of ducks don’t echo. Or somesuch.
But the quarks do. And the psions.
Or so my sensors tell me.
I’m not saying.
But you probably don’t want to drink out of it afterwards.
I’ll avoid the obvious pun about d-channel packet processing.