I saw unusual acumen, cogency, aptitude (and the ability to shoot pretty dang good) in her, and asked if she'd like to be an operator, making $500K in one weekend. At last check she's in _ _ _ _ _ _ _, doing _ _ _ _ _ __ _, and will be back around _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
I ... didn't. My cornfield threatened to quit if I didn't do something... apparently the other tenants were complaining.
I liked her shtick but not on every thread that has ever been opened on the forum. Indeed, plenty of us have shtick that can get tiring and therefore have to rely on timing. D
Did you know that there is such a thing as a belladonna-opium suppository? Really... Now I imagine if anything can help you self regulate that might be the ticket... They have another name... ... "rectal rockets"! They're used to treat issues where the intestines are terribly spasmodic. Honest.