This is something you should put out of your mind shortly after reading it! The power of suggestion...and all that.

Maybe local city councils should be banning this, instead of passing resolutions dealing with national issues like getting the troops out of Iraq.

If I have a migraine coming on anyway, I can guaran-damn-tee it'll be there full blast with banging and clanging and clashing cymballs and all, once I cum.

But hey, y'know it's worth it. I just bury my head in the pillow for a while until Thor stops whaling on my skull.

Thankfully I discovered Imitrex (TM), and now have the weapon in my arsenal that I need to put a quick stop to these suckers.

So...do you have comment moderation? For whatever reason, my posts aren't showing up.

(watch...this one will)

yup. n.m. probably a temporary server glitch.

Say, what is *with* that woman in the copper blogad slot, anyway?

They keep swapping the picture back and forth. That open-mouth one looks so suggestive to me.

Pixy Misa tells me the now-and-again server problem has to do with the doohickey he uses to guard against comment spam. As I understand it, if some spambot tries to attack one of the Munu blogs, the comments get turned off on all of them as a sort of defense mechanistm. So at those moments I don't have any more success commenting here than you do.

Consider it a sort of allergy: the blog's defense mechanism getting overzealous every now and again.

I've begun to copy my comments before hitting the "post" button--or at least I think about it. I've been "hit" quite a few times with the error message...and lost comments. Of course I see that as a challenge--even when I don't have anything that's worth reading. Especially then! I think the good doctor on the left is just trying to illustrate your posting...the moment before the headache strikes. That's OK. She's going to take the blame for the iffy stuff anyway.

I like the clinical look to the blouse: red silk, unbuttoned down to breast-level.

She might just as well be wearing a frilly maid's outfit.

So they've encoded an orgasmatron into cell phone rings?

Y'know there's an easier way to do this--set the phone for silent (vibrate), place it strategically, and dial repeatedly.

*snort*!!!

That's where those unlimited cell-to-cell phone plans can be so...handy.

I dunno: that's too important an activity to take the risk of a signal failure.

*signal faded call was lost*

AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!

HEY! YOU COME BACK HERE!

I WASN'T DONE YET YOU JACKASS!!!

Don't worry, k, I'll give you a buzz....So that's what that means,,,and why it takes soooo long to pick up!

And the silly cell phone companies just WON'T let it ring! No. They feel it should go to voicemail after only five rings or so. Let me repeat that. FIVE. RINGS.

You can set it to go to voicemail QUICKER if you want. But! Set it for MORE time to ring? HA! Not an option!

Thus displaying their purely ignorant view of how much time is appropriate for these activities. And how that time varies, person to person. How it should be up to US! not THEM! Let THEM be in charge when they don't even GET it? and it's OUR THANG not THEIRS to begin with?

Since my Walter and I have our special, dedicated, person-to-person calling plan - just the two of us, no one else - the only right and fitting person to make that call is my guy. Or, if he's asleep or something, I can just call myself myself.