Open a package of parts? Break the seal on something? Make a sandwich?
I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.
Giles ,'Beneath You'
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.
Ginger - Feb 03, 2005 3:09:07 pm PST #9038 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Connie Neil - Feb 03, 2005 3:14:23 pm PST #9039 of 10002
brillig
Ritually sacrifice something to the god of pipes?
Nora Deirdre - Feb 03, 2005 3:16:22 pm PST #9040 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
oh, my god, this has been a most horrid day.
I just want to cry and stay in bed. hey, bed. I think I'll go there now.
Polter-Cow - Feb 03, 2005 3:18:24 pm PST #9041 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
{{{{Nora}}}}
vw bug - Feb 03, 2005 3:18:42 pm PST #9042 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Oh, poor Nora! You've been in the middle of it all. Did you just get home?
SailAweigh - Feb 03, 2005 3:19:10 pm PST #9043 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{Nora}} Do what you gotta do. Feel better, sweetie.
WindSparrow - Feb 03, 2005 3:34:44 pm PST #9044 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Skippity-skipping 260ish posts to respond to Erika:
but it's still odd being in a one-Buffista town.Eventually, Casa Grande will qualify as a suburb of Phoenix. I probably still won't have a car. And/or will live in Minnesota. So it don't much matter. But hey, at least we aren't in a one-Buffista-state.
DCJensen - Feb 03, 2005 3:38:36 pm PST #9045 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
{{{{Nora}}}}
Lee - Feb 03, 2005 3:42:14 pm PST #9046 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
This is sad. We had our monthly happy hour, and I had one glass of wine, which went straight to my head, and now I can't drive home, and don't want to work.
On the other hand, Wheeeee!
askye - Feb 03, 2005 3:44:36 pm PST #9047 of 10002
Thrive to spite them
(((Nora)))