Wow... Go Emmett. I'm afraid of heights a little...just an outgrowth of my wannabe AFR status, though. The AFR are Wheelchair Assassins, nothing stops them but hills.
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm resisting the urge to make a Flying Graysons comment....
It was totally a Flying Graysons moment. Except for the part that Dick could probably do a triple when he was 8.
It was totally a Flying Graysons moment. Except for the part that Dick could probably do a triple when he was 8.
But could he also pitch like a champ? I think not.
But could he also pitch like a champ? I think not.
Dick Grayson? Who can throw a batarang thirty yards and hit a target roughly an inch in diameter?
Still. I was definitely flashing on the Bat mythos.
Would smuggling part of a baby be better?
Hmmmm....ok, probably not. It would either be gross, illegal, or not terribly effective (the latter if half the baby were smuggled under there, and half were just sorta...sticking out unsmuggled).
I just picked up a month's worth of all of my prescriptions before my insurance runs out. Apparently, I got a gift with purchase -someone else's prescription on TOP of all of mine. So exciting.
At one point, Max was hanging upside down from the trapeze and Emmett was hanging from Max's hands, doing somersaults through his arms.
HMOG.
Seriously. Dude! That's so cool.
(Adds "Circus skills!" to Emmett's entry on the Future Minions list.)
Is it at least something fun, VW? I mean, did you get some extra Vicodin or Xanax, or was it like, antifungal cream and no fun at all?
No, not really anything fun. It's something for nighttime heartburn.
we went to Market Basket up here and someone else took out rib eye steak and corn on the cob, after they were bagged up. Boggling.