I read Every. Single. One. one of these as a kid. They were wonderfully salacious. My dad was a criminologist and the whole series was stored on the top shelf in his office (no one knew where they came from. He seemed to have inherited them with the office). Once a week I would go to his office, drag the library…

Yeah- if it's too hot it gets . . . stringy. And no one wants what looks like mucous threads in their coffee. Put it in at a normal, drinkable temp and then stir like a mo-fo.

So Mr. ZombieNurse and I are kinda kinky and I have, on more than one occasion, made him jerk off into my morning coffee and, yeah, it does make it more "flavoursome" . . . It's not bad actually.

The collective noun is a "grumble."

My old lady pug has no shits to give unless sleeping or eating is involved. Wait, that's all pugs. Nevermind.

I'm a nurse practitioner and I have these private conversations with teens all the time. The just of the talk is: do you feel safe at home? Do you feel safe at school? This is a safe place if there is anything else you want to talk about. If a patient brings up sex or drug use then we talk about it. If a patient…

When I got married, one of my husband's aunts gave us ONE washcloth, with the tag still attached so we would know it was on sale. She got a lovely thank you note, just like everyone elby and we got a great story out of it.