I forgot I'm also afraid of falling. Not heights - they don't bother me at all as long as I have secure footing and/or something to hold onto so I don't fall.
Absolutely. When my Chloe first started getting sick and we still thought it was a hairball, my other cat Sofie already knew and started distancing herself from Chloe. We just buried Chloe today, and I really thought Sofie would be looking for her tonight, but she hasn't. She already knew.
la noche llegó y retuvo del sol el aire de fuego, calor y pasión la noche llegó y la luna embrujó la mágica danza que nos envolvió y con este ritmo la noche llegó
ty. Sorry to hear about your kitty. Chloe's blood tests came back ok. Her CBC shows her white blood cell count is a little low, but nothing to worry about. So far no other seizures, but we still need to do an MRI to rule out a tumor or brain disease.
Another good one, this one is about my former boss and one of the cooks (I worked in catering at the time). So anyway, one day, purely joking, the cook comes in and my boss said "Yvonne, I'm gonna jack you up." (meaning, I'm gonna beat you up, joking of course.) And the cook was like almost 70, and she said back "Valerie, I'm gonna jack you off." After a few seconds, she realized what she said, and turned beet red. That was the running joke for the next year.
I can't think of any for myself, so I'm gonna tell on a former co-worker. She was an older, petite, very country, Christian lady. Our boss liked to say things just to get a reaction out of his employees. So one day he said something, and she was trying to say that he was being insensitive, but she didn't have the best vocabulary, so she ended up saying "Oh, Rod, you just don't have a heart on." And of course, with her accent, you can imagine what it sounded like. Coming from her mouth, we all just about died laughing.
We kinda have a sick sense of humour in my office. One of the girls in one of our offices in the next town just remote controlled my computer to mess with me. I'm plotting to get her back.
I always thought it'd be good to have a husband so I'd have someone to scrape the snow and ice off my car every morning. But when I think about it, that's just not right. I mean... do I really want a half-asleep man that close to my car with an ice scraper?
RE: Say Something...Please?
mud or jello?