I know what will help.
Thows the stress satellite at Gud.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
I know what will help.
Thows the stress satellite at Gud.
The only reasons I can think to get married is that my rent would go down and adoption would be easier. That is a fairly crappy outlook.
I'd like to get married so that someone will remind me to eat right and do my rehab exercises.
Possibly I could just use my PDA more efficiently.
I could call you when I get up each morning - that would be funny.
Apparently there's been an escapee from the Hellmouth Petting Zoo. I am completely creeped out by this thing wandering around in a gray, crumbly state that the expert likened to something that's been dead and rotting for a month. Shades of The Color Out of Space.
Hey Teppy, I think I've got a solution to your loud neighbor problem: [link]
Ahahahaha!!! I'll have to try that!
Hec, am I supposed to be reading your tag line to the tune of AMERICAN PIE? Because I am, but it's not quite fitting.
Yep. Sorry, I'm not responsible for errors in scansion.
Did you make that up, Hec?
Did you make that up, Hec?
Nah, I wish. I love cheetohs and libidos.
It's from the Village Voice Pazz & Jop poll. I think it was Rob Sheffield. The chorus might even be better: "And Justin and Cameron / were chopping up a line / Singing, 'Hit me baby one more time' / Hit me baby one more time."
I already did most of it, but here's the rest:
I can't remember if I came/When I read about her latest flame/Britney up and changed her name/The day the music died/So bye-bye, Mrs. Kevin Federline/Our libidos and our Cheetos will forever be thine/And Cameron was choppin' Justin a line/Singin', Hit me baby, one more time/Hit me baby, one more time.
Rob Sheffield
Brooklyn, New York