As the only male working in my hospital unit, I encountered this on a daily basis. My coworkers soon learned to bring a sweater or scrub jacket or grab a blanket when working with me. I preferred a temperature setting of about 72 and they all claimed I was freezing them out.
But when she went to get a few slugs/from those lovely corn-squeezing jugs/to her vast chagrin/not a drop was within/ ’twas guzzled by dulcimer players (hammered), the lugs!
Start with Carly learning to use shanks mare when she wants to go someplace. I just shake my head at the line of cars at school dismissal time because the kid’s parents don’t want them to ride the school bus that the taxpayers supply.
Alas, the family shrine, where this piece will sit in repine, is a mere little closet, where people deposit, material from the place where the sun doesn’t shine.
Not just bacon, but jowl bacon.