I thought it.
...and Hec and I share a brain once again. You must have most of it, because I'm in "Fire bad; tree pretty" mode right now.
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.
I thought it.
...and Hec and I share a brain once again. You must have most of it, because I'm in "Fire bad; tree pretty" mode right now.
The range he was talking about (this guy is the sort of guy you look at and think "Cop?" before he even opens his mouth or moves. And not in a Village People or insulting way) has the swing up targets. This had better work out. Sounds fun!
I need a new comic book store. This one was always dodgy, but the offer of a film role really puts them into the "never mind" category.
Nope. I'm a farmed-raised liberal who loves animals, yet thinks Bambi makes some mighty fine stew, once he's been shot by my daddy.
Yup. Except that the best application for Bambi, IMO, is chicken-fried venison steak. Yummy.
And my newfound gun nuttery is taking the very specific form of wanting reproduction Napoleonic-era weaponry, starting with a Baker rifle. And per DH, I only get to keep bayonets and swords in the house--guns have to be stored elsewhere. Oh well. I've given up on the "I grew up with a gun in the house and never did anything stupid" argument convincing him, and at least we have a workable compromise.
My favorite Scully moment
"First Person Shooter," when she has to go into the game to save poor Mulder's ass, and the Lone Gunmen are squeeing in joy at how cool their girl is.
I'm a good shot. It's mildly disturbing how much this pleases me, but then I get over it by seeing the looks on the local Bubbas' faces.
chicken-fried venison steak
I've had that. It's good stuff.
chicken-fried venison steak
This is another one of those Skyline-related food atrocities, isn't it?
"Chicken-fried chicken" never fails to amuse me.
Hey, new -- there's no chicken-fried *anything* in the culinary delight that is Skyline.
Except that the best application for Bambi, IMO, is chicken-fried venison steak.
Mmmmmmm. Not quite as good as my momma's venison mincemeat pie (6,000 calories per slice, half of them from fat). But good, none the less.
So, in an amusing call-back to our earlier talking-in-the-ladies'-room conversation, I just went into the bathroom and what do you think was taking place? Yeah. Adding to my irritation was the fact that there are five stalls and they were in stalls two and five. Like, hey, if you're going to chat, why not choose stalls right next to each other? Or, ooh, I know, SHUT UP.