Hell, yeah, VW.
That's insane troll logic!
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Lee - Jan 06, 2005 5:01:28 pm PST #1701 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Steph L. - Jan 06, 2005 5:02:12 pm PST #1702 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
You can have a toast without champagne, and therefore you can also have champagne without a toast.
vw bug - Jan 06, 2005 5:03:22 pm PST #1703 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
At a party? Huh. I hate it when I'm wrong.
DavidS - Jan 06, 2005 5:04:29 pm PST #1704 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I hate it when I'm wrong.
You know what'll make you feel better? Drinking champagne.
§ ita § - Jan 06, 2005 5:05:48 pm PST #1705 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You can have a toast without champagne, and therefore you can also have champagne without a toast.
I see no reason you can't have champagne without a toast, but I don't think it follows from the existence of toasts without champers.
vw bug - Jan 06, 2005 5:05:57 pm PST #1706 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
You know what'll make you feel better? Drinking champagne.
Well, I'll get to...in a little over a week.
Lee - Jan 06, 2005 5:07:13 pm PST #1707 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think I may get to drink some this weekend, vw, but I am planning on making a toast.
Cashmere - Jan 06, 2005 5:17:07 pm PST #1708 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
I think Cashmere should adopt Owen. IJS.
AWWW, that is so cute. But I currently have reached my Owen limit for this year.
DH went to bed at 8 (he has to go into work early tomorrow) and Owen went to bed at 9. I've been cleaning ever since. We live like pigs, I think.
JZ - Jan 06, 2005 5:25:48 pm PST #1709 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Okay. Boss-man can't think of a single other thing for me to do to help him prepare for his three weeks away (woo hoo, go team empty office!), and the OT job I'm working on just hit a snag that I really can't be arsed to deal with until tomorrow, so I'm off. To the local open-late beauty supply store, to see if I can snag some Fire Red. And maybe just, you know, browse.
deborah grabien - Jan 06, 2005 5:32:49 pm PST #1710 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Mmmmmmmmm. Champagne. Or Prosecco. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.
I've noticed two trends in redheads. Either they go pinky/peach, like my mother's friend Molly, or they go weird dark steel like my Uncle Eric.
I am doing both, and it blows dead bears. Also? My hair isn't coming in individual pink strands, it's coming in in steely pinky splotches.
Not enough "no frellin' WAY" in the world. Especially since my mother, with gorgeous natural ravens wing blue-black Welsh hair, was silver at 28.