Right now it is looking like July 30th and 31st.
Cool.
If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
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.
Aims - Jun 27, 2005 1:17:10 pm PDT #4890 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:23:10 pm PDT #4891 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Okay, quiz time.
You work in the mailroom. It's your job to deliver mail. Someone hands you something at about 4:30 on Friday afternoon, saying, "I wanted to make sure I didn't miss the last mail pickup of the day; can you make sure it gets delivered?
Do you
a) deliver it right then
b) put it in the pile of stuff to be delivered in half an hour
c) "file it" so it is still in your cart on Monday afternoon.
eta: So you guys are going to be around, Aimee?
Steph L. - Jun 27, 2005 1:24:56 pm PDT #4892 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Okay, quiz time.
(d) light it on fire.
sarameg - Jun 27, 2005 1:25:53 pm PDT #4893 of 10001
I've got that Whattabout song stuck. Just the whattabout part.
I have a nummy smelling soap. I love surprise mail.
Also, am not.
Burrell, want babyboy updates!
Still loving chicken salad.
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:27:11 pm PDT #4894 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Good answer, Tep.
That way when you get asked about it and automatically say it has been delivered, it's not sitting three feet away from you.
Jesse - Jun 27, 2005 1:35:25 pm PDT #4895 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I address my mom's pit bull that way. No, really. He jumps up to have his head scratched, and I ask "What up, dog?"
That's also an approved usage.
Vortex - Jun 27, 2005 1:35:31 pm PDT #4896 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
You work in the mailroom. It's your job to deliver mail. Someone hands you something at about 4:30 on Friday afternoon, saying, "I wanted to make sure I didn't miss the last mail pickup of the day; can you make sure it gets delivered?
well, there's a key element -- do you like this person?
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:39:22 pm PDT #4897 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think they do, since they always smile and say hi and chit chat, but since the person was me, I might be delusional.
Aims - Jun 27, 2005 1:39:49 pm PDT #4898 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
eta: So you guys are going to be around, Aimee?
As for now, we should be. No plans otherwise.
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:41:28 pm PDT #4899 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
No plans otherwise.
Cool.
Can I nibble baby toes?