The Isolated Blurt Thread XXXI: Blurt Blisters

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Friday kicked my ass. Saturday's just poking at the bruises and asking, "Does this hurt? How about this? Here?"

<grabs hair at the base, yanks her head back, whispers coursely:>

*Hurts good doesn't it?"
 
You hurt me. I know you don't care. No contact pretty much slaps me in the face. No more delusions of grandeur. No worries. I got the hint. You used me for entertainment. I'm done. Goodbye.
 
You hurt me. I know you don't care. No contact pretty much slaps me in the face. No more delusions of grandeur. No worries. I got the hint. You used me for entertainment. I'm done. Goodbye.
Sorry :(:rose:

Friday kicked my ass. Saturday's just poking at the bruises and asking, "Does this hurt? How about this? Here?"

Sounds like my pt. How's that weight? Fine? Let's add some more.
 
I have developed a really good technique for removing ballpoint pen ink from my shirt pockets.

My time would have been better spent the developing a good technique for clicking the ballpoint pen off before placing it in my pocket.
 
I have developed a really good technique for removing ballpoint pen ink from my shirt pockets.

My time would have been better spent the developing a good technique for clicking the ballpoint pen off before placing it in my pocket.

Hairspray.
 
You hurt me. I know you don't care. No contact pretty much slaps me in the face. No more delusions of grandeur. No worries. I got the hint. You used me for entertainment. I'm done. Goodbye.

Suck it up buttercup.

BTW how many men have you dumped? Don't think they cried either?
 
Homemade. The wee boy helped, and we whipped it together this afternoon.

Super easy, and most everything in it - onion, carrots, tomatoes, garlic - came from our garden. Butter, ginger, and the dollops of sour cream plopped in the middle of the bowl when served came from the store. A wee sprinkling of fresh chopped chives on the cream, and a thick slice of the bread we baked today will be dinner tonight, along with a bright Apple Cranberry Slaw.

Awesome autumn nom-nom-nom.
oh em gee, that sounds crazily good right now - taste-bud inspiring!
Saturday has kicked my ass
you'll live :kiss:

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I've got half a liter of whiskey, feeling better too :D
ha! how's your head this morning? :D

<grabs hair at the base, yanks her head back, whispers coursely:>

*Hurts good doesn't it?"
of coursely? i'd like to think it a clever play on hare coursing but.... yeah, let's get a little mad and run with that interpretation, despite it being october.

I blame Butters. His mom has become "mum" as well. . .
everyone blames me :halo:
 
The exceedingly large spider from the other week was back today. Or one of equal size at least. And it was not only large, it was fast, and jumpy.

But I managed to successfully return it to its home in the wild by means of a delicate procedure that involved throwing a large clear plastic container over it—and I mean throwing rather literally—and then taking two hours to commit to sliding something under it and turning it over as quickly as possible so that the spider was safely inside.
 
The exceedingly large spider from the other week was back today. Or one of equal size at least. And it was not only large, it was fast, and jumpy.

But I managed to successfully return it to its home in the wild by means of a delicate procedure that involved throwing a large clear plastic container over it—and I mean throwing rather literally—and then taking two hours to commit to sliding something under it and turning it over as quickly as possible so that the spider was safely inside.

not so keen on the jumpy ones, especially when they feel as if they're wearing hobnail boots. give me a sedate spider anyday. still, maybe we'd all be a bit jumpy if our experience with humans meant trying to avoid getting stamped on, squished, flattened, splatted or elsewise abused. it's hard being a spider :rose:

youngest called me to remove a spider from their room this morning - ''i have a spider here, on the bed, can you take it out please, it's a bit big?''

me: *looks* where?
youngest: ''on that sock''
me: *picks up sock, spider walks off it and starts to caper across the bed*
youngest: ''MUM!!!!!!''
me: *cups spider in hands, takes it downstairs and puts it outside - sighs* :rolleyes:
 
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