[m4w] the wet trout

This just in:
The size required for a clue-by-four to be effective is directly proportional to the thickness of one's skull.

Sure, I am stubborn, but could I successfully appeal several doctors pronouncing me terminal?

(I really hope I just go in my sleep, and after I have enough money set aside to be made into decent lifegems, so that my glittering personality will endure forever, and still be able to go out on the town and be seen.)

Close to home is a seance where they contact the departed and ask after the spare keys. File this under "last words are not always profound."

Women's Wit is Jean Kerr's quip about husbands. Husbands, bah. The only (romantic) date I've ever had for Valentine's day was someone else's husband, which therefore wouldn't count to more than half the people I know. (I wish I worth being someone's only Valentine. Or, as someone once put it, "Cute enough to not have to share." Bleh. Then again, if I survived the past two weeks single, why bother dating at all?)

[m4w] the wet trout

This just in:
The size required for a clue-by-four to be effective is directly proportional to the thickness of one's skull.

Sure, I am stubborn, but could I successfully appeal several doctors pronouncing me terminal?

(I really hope I just go in my sleep, and after I have enough money set aside to be made into decent lifegems, so that my glittering personality will endure forever, and still be able to go out on the town and be seen.)

Close to home is a seance where they contact the departed and ask after the spare keys. File this under "last words are not always profound."

Women's Wit is Jean Kerr's quip about husbands. Husbands, bah. The only (romantic) date I've ever had for Valentine's day was someone else's husband, which therefore wouldn't count to more than half the people I know. (I wish I worth being someone's only Valentine. Or, as someone once put it, "Cute enough to not have to share." Bleh. Then again, if I survived the past two weeks single, why bother dating at all?)