I mean, there were people in knit caps. But they were just shooting each other.
That's one spunky little girl you've raised. I'm gonna eat her.
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
The Minearverse 4: Support Group for Clumsy People
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
Tim Minear - Oct 04, 2005 4:37:00 pm PDT #4651 of 10001
"Don' be e-scared"
sarameg - Oct 04, 2005 4:39:39 pm PDT #4652 of 10001
With rocks? Or skittles? There were a lot of free range skittles (or maybe m&ms. But they sounded bouncier) at my theater.
Milk duds would cause greater injury (or insult) than junior mints, I think.
Kat - Oct 04, 2005 4:40:45 pm PDT #4653 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
HEY! Glendale's not that bad.
Tim Minear - Oct 04, 2005 4:40:58 pm PDT #4654 of 10001
"Don' be e-scared"
I didn't mean in the theater, just Glendale in general.
Tim Minear - Oct 04, 2005 4:43:15 pm PDT #4655 of 10001
"Don' be e-scared"
These were old women in knit caps with paint ball guns. No, Glendale's not bad. But it is odd.
Kat - Oct 04, 2005 4:43:41 pm PDT #4656 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Whew. I had visions of gunshots in the theater. This is a direct result of a paper I read today about a kid and his 3 brothers who decided to play "shoot bb guns at each other" in their house. Where do they live? Atwater Village.
Kat - Oct 04, 2005 4:44:24 pm PDT #4657 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Mikey - Oct 04, 2005 4:44:52 pm PDT #4658 of 10001
All this time, I thought Hunter was a bitch. Turns out she was just hungry.
Could I get into Glendale with an expired passport?
Sparky1 - Oct 04, 2005 4:47:46 pm PDT #4659 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
a paper I read today about a kid and his 3 brothers who decided to play "shoot bb guns at each other"
My father and two of his brothers used to see who could get a BB shot closest to their youngest brother without actually hitting him. This was in their bedroom, at night, when they were all supposed to be sleeping. So, in the dark.
But not in Glendale.
Betsy HP - Oct 04, 2005 4:57:24 pm PDT #4660 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Note to self: Don't have sons.
Oops.
Seriously, every ex-boy I know has at least one story involving explosives or pyrotechnics. They are the sort of stories that could cause parental heart failure. For the first time, dressing your boy as a girl (and no, I don't, unless you count Hogwarts robes) makes a certain amount of sense.