When it is time to leave, encourage slower and smaller coworkers to head out first.
Wouldn't that be Allyson?
What's plan B?
Mal: You tell me right now, little Kaylee, you really think you can do this? Kaylee: Sure. Yeah. I think so. 'Sides, if I mess up, not like you'll be able to yell at me.
'Bushwhacked'
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.
DXMachina - Apr 11, 2005 3:09:53 pm PDT #4783 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
DXMachina - Apr 11, 2005 3:10:45 pm PDT #4784 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
What's plan B?
Ooh, if there is a larger, faster and more annoying coworker, you can go tell him how sweet the kitties are and how they loooove when people hand feed them caf food and you would but you are allergic and won't they please take pity on the poor kittycats?
Much better.
sarameg - Apr 11, 2005 3:14:49 pm PDT #4785 of 10001
sara scares me a little.
Aww, c'mon, you know I am harmless and sweet and wouldn't feed you to Homer.
well, if I had more space and I got to keep him, the snugglefloof...
Besides, very few cougars/large cats around my workplace. And besides, layoffs are so prevalent....
Jesse - Apr 11, 2005 3:20:06 pm PDT #4786 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
You know I can read your italics, right?
DXMachina - Apr 11, 2005 3:22:58 pm PDT #4787 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
sara, the "i" quickedit means italics, not invisible. Jesse can read it just by turning her screen on a diagonal.
brenda m - Apr 11, 2005 3:25:00 pm PDT #4788 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Size of a coyote is a pretty small mountain lion. It's a kitten! Aw. You just need to roll a bit of tinfoil crumpled into a ball and he'll be putty in your hands. Your possibly shredded and bloody hands, but still. Cute!
sarameg - Apr 11, 2005 3:25:50 pm PDT #4789 of 10001
Toodleoodleooo....
Hey, you're still alive, right? I'm totally trustworthy.
One funny thing: when my brother was a toddler, the panthers (?) at the Sonora Desert Museum stalked him. Just him. There were other toddlers about, but they were ignored. My brother apparently looked like the tastiest prey. Flash forward to the Waco Zoo 24 years later and.... the cougars and the cheetah stalked his son, ignoring all other small fry.
Apparently, my family's little ones read as FOOD to large cats. Good thing our origins are largely unlargecatted territories. Cause otherwise? We probably wouldn't have made it.
edit:
sara, the "i" quickedit means italics, not invisible.
Yes, I know. I was being a inept treacherous sort.
Lee - Apr 11, 2005 3:36:48 pm PDT #4790 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Anyone want to go have dinner with me tonight?
amych - Apr 11, 2005 3:37:56 pm PDT #4791 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Anyone want to go have dinner with me tonight?
Sure.
Lee - Apr 11, 2005 3:43:29 pm PDT #4792 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay!