I just tried to scoop catfood up by lighting a lighter at it.
I think my brain is done.
Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. Ptui! We shall speak of them no more.
Ilona Costa Bianchi ,'The Girl in Question'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2005 2:02:40 pm PST #6124 of 10002
DavidS - Jan 14, 2005 2:04:33 pm PST #6125 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I just tried to scoop catfood up by lighting a lighter at it.
Good thing it wasn't bat guano.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2005 2:07:11 pm PST #6126 of 10002
There is that.
tommyrot - Jan 14, 2005 2:16:17 pm PST #6127 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Good thing it wasn't bat guano.
That's true of a lot of things....
Jesse - Jan 14, 2005 2:26:03 pm PST #6128 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
True of nearly everything, no?
We were talking about Faith Evans here recently, weren't we?
I wish I had a nice glass of wine, but possibly not enough to actually go to the liquor store. Ah well.
§ ita § - Jan 14, 2005 2:27:26 pm PST #6129 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
God, Jesse, you just made me look at this again.
Jesse - Jan 14, 2005 2:30:34 pm PST #6130 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
That's why I'm here.
Remind me never ever to wear satin, OK?
Aims - Jan 14, 2005 2:32:15 pm PST #6131 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
DXMachina - Jan 14, 2005 2:34:07 pm PST #6132 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Warning, the Surgeon General has determined that viewing pictures of Emeline may cause death by cuteness.
§ ita § - Jan 14, 2005 2:34:19 pm PST #6133 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Remind me never ever to wear satin, OK?
More importantly, never get a crappy boob job, or drink to the point of not knowing you're half-naked.
Co-worker-that-hated-me is backtalking to our boss. Like, a lot. And there's little old me, working to make sure my objections are all couched as suggestions for alternative solutions, rather than roadblocks.
Hmmph.