On a second read, it looks like the subject of retrograde ejaculations has come up a few times independently in the last week. Very strange.
I work in broadcasting.
We’re accelerated for the holidays, so we’re working ahead. Master control still needs to know what to air and when to air it.
So, I hate hate HATE it when I get a call, “Oh, the client doesn’t want to run this week” when we’ve already completed logs for the next four days. Guess who gets to go figure out replacement spots?
But my favorite this week was when programming said, “We have to run extra plays of this show.”
Fine. We make the changes and we’re ready to print the logs, and then…
“Senior management doesn’t want to run the show. We’re going back to what was originally scheduled.”
:smack:
And yes, I take the time to work up a log schedule so other departments know what logs we’re working and when.
Your boss is William Shatner?
“If it weren’t for my horse, I’d have never have spent a year in college.”
She thinks his voice is sexy as all get out. I think she needs therapy.
Yeah. I wasnt happy about that either. But the Sox won the Series anyway, so who cares?
“I’m getting married!”
It sometimes feels like every woman I am attracted to winds up getting married out of the blue. Any female Dopers interested in marrying that special someone…other than Incubus? Then talk with Incubus for 60-100 days, and Mr. Right is sure to come knocking! :mad:
“Celebrex may be implicated in heart attacks”
Guess who needs meds for their athritis?
Well, I could have lived quite comfortably for the rest of my life without reading the post in IMHO where one of our members just admitted to being a convicted boy diddler and a thief. Isn’t there some stuff you just shouldn’t tell people?
If I can count something I read…
"Have fun, you.
H"
Which sound fine but until lately it was
"I love you,
Your H"
You see the difference…
I develop software applications.
The Users From Hell have all memorized a mantra: “Hey, man, it looks great. But can you make just one small change…?”
“We’re just friends now.” From my (ex)gf.
“Adult film director and critic Jim Holiday died of complications from Type II diabetes. Mr. Holiday was considered by many to be the Pauline Kael of porn.”
—“The Pauline Kael of porn” is a phrase I had hoped to get through my entire life without hearing.
Link?
I believe the thread was closed, eliminated, and salt sown over it so nothing would ever grow there again.
Britney Spears’ cover of Bobby Brown’s “My Prerogative.”
Along the same lines
“We’ve gotten engaged.”
I’m sorry, but if you’ve been together less then a year, and you’ve split up twice, the first time you went back to your ex, the second you went off with someone new, I don’t think proposing to her is a good idea. Plus, she is a psycho who gets up in the middle of the night to read your text messages and msn logs.
I have a cow-orker who regularly spills the nasty details of her life to anyone she can entrap in a conversation.
For example, a few months ago, said cow-orker found it necessary to share that her 13-year-old son had streaked through the house. I could have probably lived with that, but then she had to tell me that her husband was surprised to see that her son (the husband is not the son’s father) had pubic hair. Nice.
Another example: my cow-orker went on a “second honeymoon” with her husband. She was whining because her mother invited herself along. Again, the story is fine up to this point. But then she has to say that she told her mother she probably wouldn’t want to come along because she wouldn’t get much sleep.
I’ve seriously begun to just ignore this cow-orker and pretend I don’t see her when she walks in the door for fear of what I might hear next.
Well, not that it’s not bad enough, but nowhere in the post does he state that he is a ‘boy diddler’. Ephebophile, convicted felon, thief, registered sex offender, yes, but in no place does he mention the nature of the offense or gender of the victim.
Just throwing that out there - I don’t hold with those actions, but there’s no need to add fuel to the fire.
Unless I missed an additional post, in which case I apologize, with foot firmly planted in mouth.
Oh yeah, and I could have done without hearing that I’ll probably need surgery to permanently open up my nasal passages, which will most likely have a deleterious effect upon my singing voice.
Over Thanksgiving weekend, I heard from one of my sisters that this will probably be the last Christmas that Mom will be able to remember all of us. And I won’t be there.