i can probably cure you, kelly.
We have no cure, but we can lessen the symptoms...
Wait, I'm not a doctor and don't play one on TV.
I just know their lines too well...
It's a form of hypnosis... stare deeply into his nib.......
There's a slightly pervy-er joke that this reminds me of... but I'm not posting it here.
We have no cure, but we can lessen the symptoms...
Wait, I'm not a doctor and don't play one on TV.
I just know their lines too well...
I'm curious about these crayures ... is it a laying on of hands thing?
There's a slightly pervy-er joke that this reminds me of... but I'm not posting it here.
You should ask them for piles of straw instead.I go home. I relax. I come back to work. There is a pile of paper on my desk. I process it. I go home. I relax. I come back to work. There is a pile of paper on my desk.
It is like that time when old R. Stiltskin (last of his name having been slain by an ungrateful princess and her ill-tempered boyfriend, and unable to sire children anyway…)
….sooooo the king kept giving the princess straw, lots of it, and it was clearly making her miserable so Stiltskin took the straw and gave her good gold for it…and all he wanted was to apprentice her son (if she had one) and teach him how to make gold out of straw….
….well we all know how that ended….
Anyway, as I was saying….I’m getting these piles of paper daily….
***opens bottle of Jameson, chugs half, adds coffee...wanders away***
THAT's not pervy... PERVY would have been......