Quoting an entire work - song lyrics, poems, short story - even when crediting the author - is discouraged, as it could land the board in trouble regarding copyrights, if the work isn’t in the public domain.
But bring on the cabana boys, we can train them to read bodice rippers to us as we relax.
I’m thinking it’s spiders. I’ve heard that we swallow spiders all the time in our sleep so one has obviously taken up residence in your sinus passages.
Cure? Tequila. LOTS of tequila.
Ugh. Kythereia, I started reading this thread yesterday morning. This morning, I woke up with a scratchy throat, stuffed up nose, a fever, and I dow talk like dis, because I caddot prodouce the ledder ed. Ed. NNNN. Ad I caddot stay hobe, because I do’t hab the extra PTO.
I blabe you cobpletely. Thagk you so bery much. ACHOO
In your case I’m diagnosing exposure to cigarette smoke at the poker table, and a healthy dose of nymphomania. Take one of these :: reaches into his pocket :: repeatedly as needed.
Bookkeeper: Runny end? Glanders? Talk sense, my good man (or woman)!
DeVena: [Indiana Jones voices] Spiders. Why’d it have to be spiders? [/Indiana Jones voice] shudder
TellMeI’mNotCrazy: Spider eggs? Reason #4501 for the vomit smiley…
ShibbOLeth: How in Og’s name do you snort tequila? :dubious:
Maureen: If I send over all these cabana boys and an extra pint or two of Ben and Jerry’s, am I forgiven? (Or how 'bout Shibb, since he so nicely volunteered…? ducks)