Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I’m a grumpy old dispatcher my level of sarcasm shirt I laughed as much as I did while also being horrified. Seriously, I’m talking tears. Fuck that noise, I hope she goes to prison and gets on the biggest lady’s bad side. Your poor friend. That’s not fucking right. Son 1 will remember that for the rest of his life. That’s beyond fucked. May she rest in hell. I second the laughing and parallel horror.
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OP, you have a way of telling I’m a grumpy old dispatcher my level of sarcasm shirt that is perfect, given the circumstances. I hope baby Kobold gets to feeling better and emerges from the grumpy, lumpy stage to give you a bit of a smile on occasion. When he does smile, it’s absolutely adorable. Lately, though, the only times he smiles, it’s a cold-eyed smirk that is immediately followed by a red-faced, enthusiastic, grunting crap. You, Sir, Madame, or honorable Herm, have a knack for the damnedest turn of phrase. This – the little piece here – completed the picture with abrupt humor. I had just stopped chortling over the description of the dog (Harbinger of Armageddon)
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It’s the standard form of I’m a grumpy old dispatcher my level of sarcasm shirt for the race of hermaphrodites from Beta Colony in the Miles Vorkosigan series by Lois McMaster Bujold. Which everyone should read (first two are called Shards of Honor and Barrayar, usually found published in one volume as Cordelia’s HOnor because they’re pretty short). I love your language in dealing with this situation and in writing in general. Vajayjay is now my go-to slang for said human organ. Fitting since he sounds like a little shit. Babies are cute but they can totally be little shits