What’s worse is that it’s Harry Potter.
For you, maybe! 
You do feed Mr. Stasaeon well, I’m sure? Lord knows the boy needs energy.
Get confident, Stupid!
And that’s he’s fantisizing about Hermione and Ginny. Or J. K. Rowling.
Or all of them. :eek:
Um.
I actually did do this for my husband once. (not in a broom closet–come now, there are standards). He had a huge board meeting and was quite nervous, baby was asleep and so, why not? (this was some years ago).
He said the board mtg went very well.
Too bad I can’t do that with MY work (come into the med room and gimme a lil Rx…)
Heh. Love the Googe-ad-fu on this one:
The Marketing Dashboard - I don’t think this is what Meatloaf had in mind when he crooned “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights”.
Quartet[sup]R[/sup] Dry Erase Board - I don’t think a dry erase anything is gonna do much good, especially if we’re talking quartets (or quarts).
When he’s good he gets a cookie.
When I’m good I get a bone.
[sub]I’m going straight to hell, if only for badly executed allusions.[/sub]
Middle school?
High school?
College?
Or Fleur. Or Ron. :eek:
-Honey, did you just call me “Ron?”
-I wish I could quit you, Wealsey.
If you lived in Ottawa, there would be Beaver Tail involved.
You’re so bad.
Do you give lessons?
Until the condom breaks.
I read somewhere (and my mind keeps insisting that it was in a Spider Robinson story) “wouldn’t it be great if desperation made you sexually attractive”?
Not that I’d know anything about that.
Yeah, but it involves various styles of whip.