it is so exciting to see so many bare legs. AND I am now starting to seriously feel the iced-coffee cravings which will control me all spring and summer. YAY!
Whoa. Good myth.
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
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.
msbelle - Apr 07, 2005 6:11:25 am PDT #4024 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
sarameg - Apr 07, 2005 6:15:40 am PDT #4025 of 10001
I don't think it took a drunken bet for someone to color a cat with a red Sharpie to make it look like the Emporer's Imperial Guard.
No, it took a two or three year old's random thought processes. Similar logic, I expect.
However, it doesn't account for why someone decided to drink the juice of the rotting fruit in the first place.
I'll bet it was first an accident.
Seriously, one set of grandparents were teetotalers. And there was this one time at a Vasa shindig where someone brought this lingonberry punch they had and next thing you know, there were a bunch of drunken swedish teetotalers who had no idea what had hit them. (it had been stored poorly and fermented.)
Frankenbuddha - Apr 07, 2005 6:20:34 am PDT #4026 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Seriously, one set of grandparents were teetotalers. And there was this one time at a Vasa shindig where someone brought this lingonberry punch they had and next thing you know, there were a bunch of drunken swedish teetotalers who had no idea what had hit them. (it had been stored poorly and fermented.)
Hah! They should film that and show it every Xmas.
bon bon - Apr 07, 2005 6:24:35 am PDT #4027 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I like overcast. And it's the perfect temperature. Don't wanna be inside.
Fair enough. It is warm/humid outside. Since I ain't seeing the outside, like, ever, I just want the sun through my window.
bon bon - Apr 07, 2005 6:24:43 am PDT #4028 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I don't know why this double-posted.
msbelle - Apr 07, 2005 6:26:02 am PDT #4029 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
poor bon bon, someone should pull the fire alarm in her building so she can go outside.
Fred Pete - Apr 07, 2005 6:48:26 am PDT #4030 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
bon bon has a window? Lucky her.
JohnSweden - Apr 07, 2005 6:57:12 am PDT #4031 of 10001
I can't even.
bon bon has a window? Lucky her.
I have a window. There is lovely rain splattering against it vigorously now, and I need to run an errand at lunch. Gah.
shrift - Apr 07, 2005 6:57:36 am PDT #4032 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I have a window. It doesn't open, though.
I desperately need lunch, but I don't know what I want. What's everyone else having?
Rick - Apr 07, 2005 6:59:57 am PDT #4033 of 10001
Poor Homer.
So this morning I get a letter asking if I want to write a chapter for a new book called "D'oh: The Psychology of The Simpsons." It's a good idea for a book, but I'll have to decline because I've only seen a handful of episodes. I'm tempted to write back and say "If you ever decide to do one on Buffy . . . "