Because you adore Halifax, and would put down roots and grow leaves there if you could?
This is true, you've got me there. It's still reeeally cold for my tastes though.
It sucks to have to bend over to do the dishes.
It also sucks to have to stand on your tiptoes to do the dishes. And being too small for all the gym equipment isn't very good in the long term, either...
This is why I do not go into the Dong Garden or the Snatch Patch.
*shrugs* More fresh snatches for me.
A friend of mine, same height as you, recently posted on Facebook about finding it difficult to find bras that fit. She was a 34D and has now lost weight and is a 32E. So what you say sounds feasible to me.
Ow. Wow, no matter how bad I have it, I now know someone has it worse finding (and keeping) bras than I do.
Naturally enough, in the aftermath my nickname was modified. To 'Actual Target'.
I am trying so hard not to laugh because holy crap you got shot
in the head! and that is bad bad bad, but dude... Okay, I lose, I laughed.
In all seriousness, though, this probably doesn't mean the same thing coming from a Canadian, but dude, thank you for your service. And suddenly I realize I never said that to Cobra, so uh... you too, man.
I challenge you to find something that makes me squeamish in regards to genitals.
I also challenge you dudes and dudettes- to find something that makes me squeamish
at all. Aside from like, horrifyingly triggery child abuse, or other things that aren't really squeamishness so much as pain in teh humanitiez.
I have nothing to add, so me and my sadness squid will be over there ->
s... No sadness squid for you! Lemme at 'im, I'll chop that cephalopod to Kingdom Come with a crackalackin' kung fu stick!
re boobs
My female friends tell me big boobs suck. You can hold plates on them, but back pain is a bitch...
You can in fact hold plates on them... and any food you drop while eating like a pig/snowblower/teenage boy, which is a biyotch if you wear nice clothes. Luckily I, like many women who eat like teenage boys/pigs/snowblowers, do not wear nice clothes.
I dun get any back pain though. Maybe recommend to your busty friends to strengthen their back muscles.
This is actually me. Dude, my ex-husband was the COLDEST person IN the universe. I'm sure his feet must have reached absolute zero at times and he always, always insisted on using me to warm up!
Oh man, that is a thing all throughout my dad's side of the family, some kind of weird bonding ritual where they come in from the cold and stick their freezing fingers down the back of your neck like "Gaaaaah!!" and it's brutal. I dun get it.
I have several friends who are paramedics and one who is an ER doc.
Oh, the stories. But I have learned important things from his stories...
...like don't try to rob the Italian Bocce club. (A young gentleman thought it would be easy pickings. You know, old Italian guys, how dangerous could they be?)
... Somebody had a serious attack of teh stupid that day. Waow.
But I am very excited to hopefully someday and hopefully soonish have a repertoire of stories of my own.
Random question: Do you think early-to-mid-20s is a realistic age for someone to be the captain of a spaceship?
Yes. Hell, people can legally start learning to drive at like 15 and a half here, and there are young captains of like sporting ships who have like circumnavigated the globe by themselves or whatever, and my cousin who at 21 has been a flight instructor in the RCAF for at least a year, and also, dude, it's the
future. Once the aging boomers die off, I suspect we are going to see a cultural shift towhere age counts for a whole lot less in terms of respect'n'shit than it does now.
Seeing as we currently have 17-year-olds who fight wars, I think I could buy that a spaceship captain, especially of such a vessel as you're describing, is as young as maybe 19.
is the closest emote to raising one's glass/mug/tankard/whatever that I can find. It'll have to do.
