Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
My cup runneth over with bitter.
So I'll just cancel that hotel room I booked this morning, hmm?
(Er, above sentence is not to be taken in any porny way.)
And admittedly, I'm not working the insane hours, but I did work 8 hours Wednesday and Thursday and then go to evening classes, and I have class tonight.
And, uh, a phone interview for a job at 3:15. Gack.
2. Why all you people have so much earwax.
For candle making?
I'm curious why such earwax obsessed people would ever let it build up so much - it's like they are hording it.
If so, you are MORE than welcome to mine.
::points suspiciously at brenda's wax-free head::
Come to think of it, I don't think Cylons have earwax problems. (Of course, I'm referring to the new, sexy Cylons who can pass as human.)
Come to think of it, I don't think Cylons have earwax problems. (Of course, I'm referring to the new, sexy Cylons who can pass as human.)
I don't think the classic Cylons had much in the way of earwax problems, either.
I don't think the classic Cylons had much in the way of earwax problems, either.
No, I suppose not. I just didn't want brenda to feel offended....
Come to think of it, I don't think Cylons have earwax problems. (Of course, I'm referring to the new, sexy Cylons who can pass as human.)
Well, I imagine the old-school Cylons with KITT's sensor grid bolted to their face (yes, I realize BSG pre-dates Knight Rider) didn't have the problem either, but that's obviously less flattering.
ETA: I should have known this was going to be x-posty.
Sue doesn't understand me!
sobbing
I don't know what you're breep bop britz system malfunction talking about.
Sue doesn't understand me!
It's okay sara. I can still love you and think you're deranged.
I don't know what you're breep bop britz system malfunction talking about.
Brenda's a fem-bot!
Why is it that I can sit quietly unspoken to in my office for hours in the morning or afternoon, yet my co-workers can not let the 20 minutes I need to eat a rapidly cooling lunch go by without standing in my doorway and asking me question after question or handing me memos while I'm holding a forkful of food?