Heh heh heh...
Tim Minear: I've made fandom jokes in the past -- but my feeling is until you've walked a mile in my spock ears, you haven't earned the right.
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.
Heh heh heh...
Tim Minear: I've made fandom jokes in the past -- but my feeling is until you've walked a mile in my spock ears, you haven't earned the right.
Suddenly I'm feeling the problem with the funniest people living in the wrong time zones.
Ginger: Stuckeys was one of the first chains to be located along interstates, so people venturing for the first time to the wilds of Florida would stop at Stuckeys to use the bathroom and to buy pecan rolls, which are basically divinity rolled in pecans.
Miracleman: Baby Jesus rolls?
Hecubus: Only if you start him at the top of a hill.
Dude! I had a snappy rejoinder! That is so not my usual humor.
ita: DX has no beard anymore.
DXMachina: Just so we're clear, she means that I shaved my face.
Nutty: I mean, Jesus never threw Pontius Pilate down a flight of stairs.
It would have been kind of cool if he had done, but then we would not call him Prince of Peace.
erika j: The sign I was born under? Apparently "Next".
Tim Minear: Ayn Rand could DANCE like a motherfucker.
Heh. I found things I obviously wrote while I was unemployed.
I'm funnier when living on the edge of financial disaster.
ita: Hey, while you're at it, want to remind me that I only hurt people for fun? Not out of frustration?
Dana: ita, you only hurt people for fun. Using it to punish people would only cheapen it.
Betsy: The building with the cookies is having a fire evacuation.
No cookie for me.
I went for a walk around the lagoon.
A walk is not a cookie.
I returned to the vending machine. They were out of Peanut M&Ms, so I got Plain. Then I went upstairs.
We don't have any unflavored fizzy water. We only have artificial berry-flavored.
My plans for the remainder of the afternoon: Sulk.
Allyson: So in third world speak, it'd be all:
I went out to get an egg this morning but some sort of beast ate my hen, so I had to suck on the same root I had yesterday.
Then I decided to walk to the watering hole to get a bucket of water to start boiling leaves for that friggin' whooping cough that won't let up, and tripped over my 8th youngest kid, who succumbed to the ebola.
It's just not my day.
bon bon: Did I tell you all about my rich neighbor who has a chicken and seven kids? She's really got it made. Me, I'm a spinster. I WISH I had some root and a husband. At least I have one leg to take me past my daily stoning.