Murk: But you're a God! The Sacred Glorificus! Glory: I'm a God in exile. Far from the Hellfires of Home and sharing my body with an enemy that stabs my boys in their fleshy little stomachs!

'Dirty Girls'


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.


Jesse - Jul 11, 2005 9:04:52 am PDT #8774 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I think there is a east coast/west coast and also a north/south us divide in many of these issues.

Nuh-uh. Not when it comes to hot dogs, at least. There the divide is Chicago/NYC.


§ ita § - Jul 11, 2005 9:07:37 am PDT #8775 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Why?

Because the others I remembered did, and I wondered if I was missing something.

why was your phone on in the movie theater, ita?

I leave my phone on in movies, just with the ringer off. No harm, no foul.


Jessica - Jul 11, 2005 9:08:11 am PDT #8776 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Not when it comes to hot dogs, at least. There the divide is Chicago/NYC.

Pizza too.


msbelle - Jul 11, 2005 9:08:17 am PDT #8777 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

erin, aron, aaron


Betsy HP - Jul 11, 2005 9:09:18 am PDT #8778 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

I'll be damned. Not just red, but tomato red.

[link]


bon bon - Jul 11, 2005 9:10:02 am PDT #8779 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

erin, aron, aaron

NOOOOOOOO

NOT merry, mary, marry either.

What is the NY hot dog supposed to have? I was raised with relish & ketchup & mustard. Like all real Americans!


Steph L. - Jul 11, 2005 9:11:12 am PDT #8780 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

erin, aron, aaron

I pronouce it PEE-can, but my great-great-great aunt twice removed, whose name is Euphemia Phoernetta Acksalackaious, who came over on the boat from the Old Country and then settled in Alabama after a brief stint in Boston, pronounces it puh-KAHN, but only when she's using her fish fork to eat her Atkins-approved dinner, which she NEVER shares with her cats, who are the cutest widdle fluffballs EVAR.

t edit I should REALLY get beaten up a lot more than I do.


§ ita § - Jul 11, 2005 9:11:45 am PDT #8781 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Don't get me started on rock-paper-scissors. ô


Scrappy - Jul 11, 2005 9:12:19 am PDT #8782 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I leave my phone on in movies, just with the ringer off. No harm, no foul.

Unless you are one of those folk who open it to check who is calling you and cause your screen to glow with the light of 10,000 suns and be totally annoying. If you are one of those folk, the hell with y'all.


Alibelle - Jul 11, 2005 9:12:26 am PDT #8783 of 10001
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan

No harm, no foul.

Clearly not true, if friends are left humming irritating over-the-top jingles. Like Want-a Fanta? Do you want-a, want-a Fanta?