rosie… You’re having a dopefest with beebs and mousie??
I am totally jealous. And I demand photographic evidence. 
no, no pictures please. 
well, we can always make him sorry he joined in by talking in nothing but injokes 
awww, you spoiled the surprise!
Of course I’ll take pictures! Would you expect otherwise?
and how can anyone not like the MMP?
Congrats, Nola! This is the sort of news I miss when I don’t read the thread for a day or so. I need to pay more attention!
yawn Off to caffienate. And to contemplate tossing in a load of laundry.
I don’t know! It’s the greatest place on the Dope!
Tell him not liking the MMP is the scum scummiest scumtell I’ve heard of.
Well, I couldn’t fall asleep for hours last night because the aches were so bad. I feel mildly better today, but I still cancelled class. Mostly because I can barely speak. Unfortunately my job requires I talk a lot. (I’ve always been tempted to taked a vow of silence for a day and see how my students deal with me trying to teach them by gesticulating wildly.)
::looks suspiciously around the MMP::
Where’s** BooFae**???
peeks in
OMG, what a horrendous week. My Blackberry spent the last two days buzzing non-stop, and I’m ready to pitch the dang thing out the window if it so much as peeps today.
I didn’t have a misspent youth, actually. I was an awfully well-behaved kid right up to my late teens… but made up for it very quickly in the space between 18 and 25. Let’s just say that I should have plenty of memories of the Toronto rave scene in the late 90s, if only I hadn’t been running so many pharmaceutical experiments with my brain at the time.
I’m old and boring now, though - just last week, we ended up sneaking out of the Justice show at a pathetically early 12 midnight, where once upon a time I’d probably have been waltzing in right about that time. I can still show these little whippersnappers a thing or two about dancing your butt off, though.
Less than 3 months to go before I’m 30. Gulp.
TagFree, congratumalations on your wonderful news!
Haze, rest up and enjoy that sick day. I’m finally over last week’s battle with Teh Sick… it really does go away faster if you take a day off to get better.
Yay for tenants, rosie. May they be quiet, responsible and pay their rent on time.
Yays and boos and hugs where appropriate for everyone else. I’m going off to cash in my free coffee at Tim Horton. WOO HOO!
On my lunch walk today, a middle-age homeless guy and I had the following interaction:
Me: walking, approaching homeless guy
Him: “Hey Baby, how you doin’?”
Me: still walking :dubious:
Him: “got any spare change?”
Me: walks by :dubious: over my shoulder
I got hit on for pennies. Granted, I was a woman alone in a touristy part of town, but come on. I wonder if I really look that gullible…maybe **Rosie & Beebs **will answer that after our little 'fest.
Evening all. It’s 8pm and I just got home from work. Crappy, stupid meeting/conference call lasted 2.5 friggin’ hours - HELLOOOOOOO? Does anyone remember that I’m leaving in 2 weeks? ::tap tap tap:: Is this thing turned on? Is anybody listening???
Meh! At least I managed to talk my way out of a Saturday follow-up call. No frackin’ way I was turning up on my weekend for that shite! FOOLS!
That wasn’t just any skunk… that was the BITCH SKUNK FROM HELL!!! looking for new prey. You got off easy. But be careful–they’re out there. In the woods. Watching. Waiting. Measuring the year span of your life by their allotment of pain and anger they’ve stored, wallowing in their misery and pain, nursing their hate until one day… One day, VunderBob, that member of the weasel will let fly and with her rabid, razor incisors rip through your nutsack at lightning speed. And then she’ll watch you fall to your knees, screaming and die, oh, yes–they love to be in on the death. As the life leaves your eyes you will take the image of a smiling skunk, laughing at your agony in an ecstasy of orgasmic release. The power…oh, dear god, the blessed power. She is sated now. She will not kill again for some time…
Today is teh forst time I have had to even go near the MMP.
Congrat NoLabel
Hugs for rigs
Sorry you’re sick for Haze
Yay rosie
Can I have a big pot of cash as well Mom?
In my exciting life if anyone happens to be in Las Vegas on April 19th Mr ems-to-be and I are getting married at 1.30PM in the Little White Wedding Chapel. Plannign that took all of 2 hours. Now I have to plan the blessing in the UK for August 15th which may take a little longer
Good Og, are you still upset about all those butt comments? :dubious: :eek:
I am back. Alive and tired.
Anti-hugs for no-one. The procedure was a bit long, but painless.
Your holy* troublemaker,
beebs
- I got a farkin’ big hole in my mouth
:eek: rigs, do you need a hug?
ems, you’re getting married the day after my birthday. 
Maybe I’ll have it in Vega, mwahaha.
Dunno what I was doing differently/wrong, but the cool new track ball style mouse fixed most of my shoulder problems. So I’m not questioning it, just enjoying being in much less pain now.
Still so sleepy. I’m really tempted to take tomorrow or Friday off. My manager’s out both days and there’s not a lot that has to be done and I have plenty of PTO… but I said I wasn’t going to take any time off until sometime in April. Hmm.
What butt comments? 
I was laughing my ass off writing that. [sub]I thought it was funny and pretty good, but I’ll slink back into my hole now.[/sub]
No-I don’t need a hug. I thought you’d all laugh. Tough room. Ima takin’ my toys and goin’ home now.
<pouts>
The butt cracks <snerk> are from a few MMPs ago. I’m too lazy to go digging for a cite.
I figured it was that, or you were imagining me to be the future-ex-Mr. Rigs…
:smack: It was the nutsack that did it, wasn’t it… Nope, I wouldn’t do that to the soon to be ex-Mr Rigs, either. I’M NICE, DAMMIT!
I just got a picture in my head of this skunk, skulking by the roadside, waiting for its next mark (that’d be you) and then laughing when it caused you to swerve. And then it just sort of grew… maybe if you read it in the breathless tone of a movie trailer or radio serial, that might help.
I am now renting out my butt as ad space, it is that big. Hey, a girl’s gotta make a living.