Or, bon bon, it *could* be boogie fever.
I think it's going around.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Giles ,'Touched'
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.
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2005 9:58:01 am PDT #5678 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
§ ita § - Apr 14, 2005 9:58:38 am PDT #5679 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I think it's going around
I thought that made you hyper...
tommyrot - Apr 14, 2005 9:58:50 am PDT #5680 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Or, bon bon, it *could* be boogie fever.
The Pacman Fever virus can remain dormant in the body for decades....
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2005 9:59:43 am PDT #5681 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I think it's going around
I thought that made you hyper...
If the patient boogies long enough, she will eventually succumb to exhaustion.
bon bon - Apr 14, 2005 9:59:52 am PDT #5682 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Apparently the rhythm has, in fact, gotten to me.
DavidS - Apr 14, 2005 10:00:05 am PDT #5683 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Heh. Phil is on the cover of World Poker Tour S2. Also? Exclusive commentary by Phil Laak.
Connie Neil - Apr 14, 2005 10:00:34 am PDT #5684 of 10001
brillig
The 2005 oyster cult pandemic
Comes in attractive shades of blue.
msbelle - Apr 14, 2005 10:01:57 am PDT #5685 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
David, you know Phil is on The E! Hollywood Hold'Em show, right?
Calli - Apr 14, 2005 10:11:41 am PDT #5686 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Thanks, Steph. Last I heard, Mom's BP was under control, but they've been keeping me in the dark about health stuff of late. For example, the day before I went to Dallas, Mom went to the hospital for related GI tract problems. Essentially, food went in and didn't come out. For a couple of weeks. She and Dad decided not to tell me about it until after I got back, because they "didn't want me to worry." So naturally I spent my trip to Amsterdam wondering if they were still breathing, or if one had decided to leave the other's cooling corpse in the armchair until after my plane landed at the Raleigh-Durham airport.
Actually, I called them on the 11th to say I was back in the country, and my first sentence was, "Hi Dad. Any interesting hospitalizations while I was gone?" There hadn't been. Mom went to the hospital again on the 12th instead. Oy.
Jesse - Apr 14, 2005 10:13:37 am PDT #5687 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Apparently the rhythm has, in fact, gotten to me.
HAR.