"Flavor-Aid: Tastes So Good You'll Think You've Died and Gone to Heaven!"
Also? You owe me a new keyboard.
Let me guess. We're in a hurry.
Inara ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Jessica - Jan 04, 2005 8:47:28 am PST #1131 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
tommyrot - Jan 04, 2005 8:48:12 am PST #1132 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.
How could you market it? "Flavor-Aid: Tastes So Good You'll Think You've Died and Gone to Heaven!"
Except most everyone still thinks Jim Jones used Kool-Aid.
"Flavor-Aid: We're not even going to mention that... unpleasantness!"
Ginger - Jan 04, 2005 8:49:42 am PST #1133 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Not unless aliens and/or Jesus shows up and says, "Stop sucking! Stop fucking things up!"
I suspect that all that would happen is that Bush would say, "God told me you're not really Jesus." His capacity for denial is very large.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 04, 2005 8:52:01 am PST #1134 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
AND you're off the crazy-cult Winter Holiday Card mailing list!
Aw, now Steph isn't going to get the annual holiday form letter from the Manson family, is she?
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 04, 2005 8:59:53 am PST #1135 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
I suspect that all that would happen is that Bush would say, "God told me you're not really Jesus." His capacity for denial is very large.
This does bring to mind hopeful proof scenarios involving demonically posssed livestock and the new host running off a cliff.
vw bug - Jan 04, 2005 9:49:22 am PST #1136 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Cindy, I finally got an e-mail from you.
Deena, I did get an e-mail from you earlier today. Was it the response from my e-mail, or was it something else?
I just had a most uncomfortable experience. I had lunch with Ellen (not the uncomfortable part). Afterwards I decided to drop off my COBRA at my former company, since it's just around the corner, and since it was already late (it's due on the 1st). Usually I can sneak in and out of there without really seeing anyone. That didn't happen today. I ran into my old boss on my way in (he was running out to get lunch), and he returned while I was still there. He was all chatty, wanting to know what was going on in my life, etc. Grrr... Oh well. I think I faked it pretty well.
deborah grabien - Jan 04, 2005 10:08:55 am PST #1137 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
He was all chatty, wanting to know what was going on in my life, etc. Grrr...
VW (glancing at watch, obviously impatient): "Ah, well, long story - damn! I was supposed meet Jude Law twenty minutes ago! Late again! Oh, well, he'll wait for me - he always does...."
askye - Jan 04, 2005 10:16:10 am PST #1138 of 10002
Thrive to spite them
Supposedly Pres Bush sent Brother Bush to Asia because of his "experience" with natural disasters (the 4 hurricanes that hit FL). By "experience" I think he means "standing around for photo ops."
There are people in FL who still don't have electricity or don't have relaible electricity.
Deena - Jan 04, 2005 10:49:44 am PST #1139 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
vw, it was the response to yours, so we're good. Sorry for the chatty ex-boss.
Jessica - Jan 04, 2005 10:53:43 am PST #1140 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Oh my. I'm sitting here stifling giggles and I don't quite know my co-worker well enough to explain why. The title of the show I'm cataloging (an old Horizon doc about Voyager 2) is called Uranus Encounter.
I am not twelve. I am six.