Ok. You sensed a disturbance in the force. The truth is that you are adopted from a pack of bunny rabbits and your stepmother is really a witch that has spent your past lifetime poisoning you, making you suffer an agonizingly slow death. Pfew, Glad we got that out of the air.
Haha. She probably would, but I'd be on my own getting up and down the stairs to the apartment. :P
Neurosurgery is relatively advanced this day and age. If the operation isn't a real heavy one, I suggest considering. If it fails, you could always ask the GF to push you around in your wheelchair! :-p
You say the very same thing about US Seans... Oh yeah, your still fired!
You know, you people named Chris need to identify yourselves better. There are over 20 of you who work at The Planet, and I know several outside of there.
Dang it Tim ...
If there is anything ya need, lemme know. Regarding the request for a new spine ... I've already started building you one out of paper maché and tooth picks.
The way you catch yourself talking in your sleep is when you wake up to the sound of your own voice talking about the numbers 12 and 13.
If you sell your spine you will be spineless!
How do you catch yourself talking in your sleep?
It's really quite simple:
Hi, I have given assingment to speak on tactful conversation. Will you please help?
Haha, no. :P
She's paying for your petrol? :-o
It's just because you're so 1337 good...
Matt, you're admitting defeat? Lame! :P