I think, for reasons best kept under my hat for the nonce, that my law firm's going down in flames sooner or later. Quite possibly sooner. Sex, drugs, and -- well, there's no rock and roll. Let's just say it's getting icky in there. I have to work somewhere, so I suspect I'd better be lining up some ducks in a row.
I didn't issue the first invitation, but it looks like I'm going to be cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Actually, it looks more like I'll be calling the Kroger deli and ordering a turkey feast. That'll work.
By virtue of the Thanksgiving deal, I have to have the vast majority of my Christmas shopping done -- and wrapped -- by Thanksgiving. And my place seasonably decorated. Oh, yeah, and cleaned. It'll take some work -- and some extra funds withdrawn -- but it'll get done. I am nothing if not efficient.
I have enough to work on. Perhaps you guys would take on the task of dealing with these Twisted Linguistics.
origional
aquitted
wobbily
intially
indiction
scavage
punctial
growning
legand
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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Not to sound all religious or anything, but maybe God's trying to tell you something like:
Get A Different Kind of Job! LOL
Sherry...
Sorry My Lovely but my brain is very wobbily today.
Please forgive me...Galen xxx
aquitted
a legal term
ex: aquitted ma stoopid job an now ama happy campa
BUCK UP, DEAR, TGIF IS HOURS AWAY!
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/t.
Oh, I'm a believer, Roxan. I know that's what the graffiti on the wall is telling me. It's just too bad that this job market is so sucky right now.:)
Sure, Mr. Gee, your wobbily brain is forgiven -- you wascal, you.:)
/t.! You speak ... Southern! 3 hours to TGIF. Enjoy!;)
Ooo, Oooo, Sherry...
When somone in The Appalachans hears a real Baaaaaad pun, they do some growning. (While laying on the Cayoutch)
Mr. Gee, is that like the scavage growning I was doing on my cowwch last night, intially thought to be an indiction of all the chocolate and peanut butter I fed my poor stomach?:-)
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