Now I have visions of this spreading the country, or at least San Francisco, and making its way back around to K, who made it up.
Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?
Snyder ,'Empty Places'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
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.
Jesse - Feb 07, 2005 6:05:54 pm PST #4782 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
DavidS - Feb 07, 2005 6:11:20 pm PST #4783 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
ita, JZ just shared a story with me about a 19th century ruffian in New Orleans named John Miller that you absolutely must have her recount to you, should you catch her online.
Dude, was a freaky badass. Like...Thunderdome freaky.
DavidS - Feb 07, 2005 6:14:39 pm PST #4784 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Okay, I need to amend that to note that John Miller's girlfriend, Mary Jane "Bricktop" Jackson was even more of a badass.
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2005 6:26:01 pm PST #4785 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I definitely need to know how one gets the nickname "Bricktop."
Steph L. - Feb 07, 2005 6:28:29 pm PST #4786 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Sorry, ita. To us, you're always going to be known as "Fluffy....ita."
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2005 6:30:09 pm PST #4787 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
NONE of you make it into my memoirs, you hear? NONE.
Scrappy - Feb 07, 2005 6:32:25 pm PST #4788 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
You mean "My FLuffy Life"? I look forward to reading it.
DavidS - Feb 07, 2005 6:33:44 pm PST #4789 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I definitely need to know how one gets the nickname "Bricktop."
Sadly, all that's needed is to be a red-head. However, this tale involves knife fights, amputation, chains, balls on chains, whips, stabbing. And that's the romance.
JohnSweden - Feb 07, 2005 6:38:25 pm PST #4790 of 10002
I can't even.
I definitely need to know how one gets the nickname "Bricktop."
"No fank you, Turkish. I'm sweet enough."
Kalshane - Feb 07, 2005 6:56:58 pm PST #4791 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
I just spent a large part of the last 90 posts making various noises with my mouth as I read. I'm very glad I live alone.
We went out for hamburgers.
Heh. I'm not the most adventurous diner myself, but I'm amazed just how picky some people can be. A friend of mine is incredibly so. At another friend's wedding reception this Fall the entrees were steak, stuffed chicken breast, twice-baked potatoes and asparagus. Nice, but fairly common fare I thought. None of it looked appetizing to him until we pretty much badgered him into eating it at which point he liked pretty much everything but the asparagus.
More recently we had a vendor out from Michigan helping me try to fix the hands-free PC security system his company had installed for us. When lunch time rolled around I was listing off the various local eateries. He didn't have a real preference beyond no hotdogs so I suggested a local pizza place that has absolutely incredible Italian Beef on garlic bread sandwiches. I was shocked to find out he'd never had an Italian Beef before (or a Cherry Coke, for that matter, which was even more surprising.) though now I wonder how much of it was him being a fairly sheltered diner or whether Italian Beef's primarily a Chicago-area thing and I just take them for granted because I've lived here all my life?