Thoughts From All Over:

[lwood]

Someone on my friends list is gainfully employed at an answering service whose primary clients are medical professionals, and so collects many All-New Words for, well, private parts.

And yet, I bet nobody has called her to say, "Call my gynecologist, there's something wrong with my perthro!"

This is probably because her list of suspects would be rather short...

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This brought to my attention by kenazf:

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Meanwhile, back at the Stately Mad Science Lab, the on-campus cafe is serving as one of its specials, a:

G uacamole
B acon
L ettuce
T omato

...sandwich.

"[Co-Worker]", says I, "that's one queer sandwich."

Better not tell hauk about this new secret meaning of bacon...

-- Lorrie

Comments

[lwood.livejournal.com]

This makes me wonder if this post was spurred by someone calling and saying "There's something wrong with my dice-cup!"

*cough* Actually, it was spurred by the fact that it's Perthro and Sowilo at the rune class tonight, and that I had a gynecologist appointment yesterday. Today, my Perhtro is in a cranky, cranky place. 8-(

Hey, I've always loved me some bacon. And I still do. Heck, now I can love it both ways!

I'm telling you, this could be bigger than the hanky code!

-- Lorrie