I'm really getting pissed with these people.
I'm not exactly making my happy face today, either. In fact, I've kinda got the thunderous scowl of doom going on, and I'm leaving by six to buy comics and beer whether my work is done or not.
Though Ashcroft songfic could be vastly amusing.
The baby Jesus is on line 2. And Plei? The baby Jesus is very unhappy.
I've heard that Daleks have horrible table manners.
Oh yeah. The moment they don't like something, they're all "REGURGITATE! REGURGITATE!" Appalling, really.
Oh yeah. The moment they don't like something, they're all "REGURGITATE! REGURGITATE!" Appalling, really.
I've also heard that get all upset when, cleaning up after dinner, someone mistakes them for a trash can.
I've also heard that get all upset when, cleaning up after dinner, someone mistakes them for a trash can.
Most of them, anyway. A few of them get turned on.
I've also heard that get all upset when, cleaning up after dinner, someone mistakes them for a trash can.
"THAT'S MY FOOT/WHEEL, HUMAN!"
"Sorry. Erhm. Would you mind disintegrating this for me? It's a bit messy."
Good reason to move to the UK.
OK, the concept creeps me out. I think. I'm ok with hiring guest celeb speakers at functions. Hiring someone famous to dinner at the house? Uh no.
ita, I was visiting a friend of mine at Dartmouth. She didn't have a car (I did), and we were bored, so she said, "Hey, let's go to Canada", so we did.
PINK SECRETS WILL BE EXTERMINATED. ALL TOOLS WILL OBEY THE COLOUR SCHEME OF THE DALEKS.
Eww.
And since I no longer have any idea who or what you guys are talking about, I think I'll go do a puzzle, instead.
And since I no longer have any idea who or what you guys are talking about
It's from Dr. Who. I really haven't watched much Dr. Who, but I believe the Daleks are a race of cranky sentient trash cans that go around and threaten people in upper case.
Huh. A google for Dalek Cylon Slash turns up nothing.