Tulane in the membrane, Insane in the brain!!!
 

Do you miss me? I was trying to go on strike like you asked. After all, I don't want to be seen as a stalking tiger sock.

Litigation training and the FB.
 

How about "letting the kitty sit in an open window"?

Tulane in the membrane, Insane in the brain!!!
 

Wow.

Who knew?

The strike thing worked.

Mad skillz?
 

Texas bitch, please. Your flames are pathetically generic. Wishing death and dismemberment? That's rich and original, even after Friday the 13th part 12. Hmm, okay, what other flying object can we hope Burger is impaled with. Crafty.

Even JRUSS, with his sorry, redundant, paigow's-saggy-breast flames were more imaginative.

BTW, RP, how about a third-party-spite fuck? fb can't have either of us, but we can have each other. I mean, life's short, not to mention solitary, poor, nasty, and brutish.

And now for something interesting.
 

Chef with polls. It's like y2k or something.

This one time I was right in the middle of having sex with this guy and unbeknownst to us, his stoner roommate walks in the room and sits down in the corner and starts watching us. I guess he liked what he saw and planned to stay for a while so he decided to roll a joint, or he had one on him or something like that. Anyway, I heard this voice, but I ignored it. Then I heard it again "want some?", but I ignored it again. Then his roommate is standing over us saying "I SAID, DID YOU WANT SOME??" in a really loud voice. (I think the roommate did not realize that the show was going to be over if he disclosed his presence and offered us some of his stash).

So that is how we were interrupted. And of course I wanted some. It was kind of him to ask.

Litigation training and the FB.
 

That's not bad. It gives bit of an edge of danger too. You never know when the kitty is going to decide to jump out of the window...

And now for something interesting.
 

I have one ex-law-school-roommate who now knows that "Take a message!" does not actually mean "bring me the phone at this very moment without knocking." I think he was blinded for several days by the pasty whiteness of Mr. (pre-wedding) Lex's backside. If you are reading this right now and know who you are - you can't say you weren't warned.

-TL

Edited several times to correct grammur

Tulane in the membrane, Insane in the brain!!!
 

You didn't steal it from Fringey. It is frequently applied to Fringey, in light of her obvious bipolar and borderline personality disorders.

Litigation training and the FB.
 

Beaver free?

MMmm. that doesn't sound right. How about Beaver fresh?

Tulane in the membrane, Insane in the brain!!!
 

Only with Penske's dick, cuz it's already been prepped for fb by Thurgreed's momma.

Tulane in the membrane, Insane in the brain!!!
 

Oh dear. You are like the 3rd or 4th Michael Keaton in whatever that movie was called.

It was a double entendre. I was talking about Less.

Litigation training and the FB.
 

or when a snake might slither in and eat your kitty.

And now for something interesting.
 

Reminds me of another time actually. This time, is in college with a party going on in the house I lived in with some friends. After a few previous flirtatious encounters, this chick and I are going to head to my room to listen to the Beatles (how lame and college-like, eh?), just the two of us.

So, a few minutes later we are on the bed, she beginning the process of going down on me, the door opens (no lock). Its her ex-boyfriend. And my housemate.

Thankfully he closed the door again and we got back to business.

Litigation training and the FB.
 

free roaming beaver. not to be confused with free range chicken.

or, if a guy doing it is "free-balling" a woman would be "free-clitting."

Tulane in the membrane, Insane in the brain!!!
 

There are valid reasons for people to lease. For example my mom lives somewhere that she needs a 4 wheel drive vehicle. Anything less is not an option. And she doesn't have the money to buy one and keep replacing it every 3-4 years. So her choice is to own a old, decripit car that will require loads of repair expense or lease a new one every 3 years. I'm very happy she chose to lease. I no longer have to worry about her breaking down in a 10 year old piece of shit Jeep in the middle of winter. And I wasn't counting on the vehicle value as part of my inheritance anyway.

That said, I own my car. And it's paid off. Hate car payments.