Hmm, I was all set to go get a Shamrock Shake from Mickey-D's, and now I'm tempted to try this new-fangled Wendy's thing. Whatever will I do?
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
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get both -t!
my dental waste land was 15+ yrs. go. make someone else take yo u( said the person who drove right past the office the first time) - and tell them you don't want to here anything about how you cared for you teeth - just help with the future.
So, nap or curtains? Nap or curtains? I just can't decide...
Maybe you should sleep on it.
Hmm, I was all set to go get a Shamrock Shake from Mickey-D's, and now I'm tempted to try this new-fangled Wendy's thing. Whatever will I do?
oooh, the Shamrock Shake! I completely forgot this year; I must go get one right now.
oooh, the Shamrock Shake! I completely forgot this year; I must go get one right now.
One spilled on the ground next to the garbage can at the end of my street, which I visit several times a day with offerings from my dog. My dog who is determined he is going to get a taste of that Sidewalk Shamrock Shake every time!
The new-fangled Wendy's thing will still be newfangled tomorrow. IJS.
Oh, Tep! Gah. The gym sounds like a good option. I'm now sending you a highly specific -ma that vibes you a good hard workout, the kind that leaves you a little achy and endorphin-buzzed and with your brain mercifully quiet and not trying to process the unprocessable.
Well, first I got to my car and started crying so hard that my nose got stuffed up and I couldn't breathe. So I just sat there for a little bit. Then I went to the gym and felt all boneless-chicken-y, like I couldn't possibly have the strength to lift weights. But then I did.
And then I got an attack of the giggles that wouldn't stop, because I thought of 2 things, and I know that NOBODY at work would get them, so I have to share them here, though they're in poor, poor taste:
Maybe he'll get an evil hand.
And:
"Boo, hoo. Let me wipe away my tears with my PLASTIC HAND."
I can only order a small Shamrock shake. I love mint, but a medium or a large size would put me into a mint coma. (Not to mention the brain freeze.)
Phew. Now we can officially start making evil hand cracks. That was tough.
Maybe he'll get a GAY hand! Or a LIBERAL DEMOCRAT hand!