Not mentally transmit, no, but I think I posted the other day that these pesky hormones tend to leak out of the mouth of the afflicted and bestow suffering upon those whose ears it befalls.
btw, i think mbm was calling darky a big girl.
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My next post will detail my 108-year plan to world domination. I'm going to have "ride a bike that has no handlebars" in there, just to spite at you.
You want Martha. She's kindof like Mary, but her life isn't a downward spiral of couriering trichloromethane between the university and the local daycare.
I thought he just used the standard unmarked white van & assorted candies?
I drive her back from "work", like. She's got such a frail side to her, that taking on six or seven two year olds has her out of energy for the rest of the day.
You should see her stumble into my car. Some times she'd forget her shoe inside, and she'd be too exhausted to go back into get it.
Against all my better warnings like "Are you sure you want to leave DNA evidence in there?" and "What if one of your targets trips and dies on it, won't you feel bad for reducing your singles mingle pool?" Mary usually keeps a steady opinion such as "I'll just be back tomorrow for it."
Also, if you're wondering why the shoe comes off in the first place, it's because Mary can only transport so much chloroform in one day.
Ah, I thought you were building up to some kind of Cinderella analogy. That would have been pretty cool.
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And also, for the hard of thinking, downward spiral/helter skelter.
I give you people gold. Gold, I say.
I'm going to guess what Arty's job is, given that it's pretty slow and my alternative is going for an oxymoronic 'nice walk' as suggested by teh missus.
I think he does something sciencey. Possibly engineering on a micro scale with stuff that reacts with other stuff.
No punchline. That's about the best I can come up with.