eta: I want to hear the joke.
Okay, I'll start it, 'cos it doesn't work right otherwise.
Knock knock.
Xander: I do have Spaghetti-os. Set 'em on top of the dryer and you're a fluff cycle away from lukewarm goodness. Riley: I, uh, had dryer-food for lunch.
'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
Atropa - Jul 25, 2005 10:25:27 am PDT #2822 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
juliana - Jul 25, 2005 10:26:02 am PDT #2823 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Knock knock.
Who's there?
juliana - Jul 25, 2005 10:26:05 am PDT #2824 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Guess I really want to hear the joke....
Cass - Jul 25, 2005 10:27:21 am PDT #2825 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Nope, I'm sorry. There's only the thunk sound if you put force behind it. You meant to thud. Clearly.Clearly.
So... Olives on a muffaletta? Maybe a sprinkle of pecans? How do you pronounce that anyway?
Atropa - Jul 25, 2005 10:28:29 am PDT #2826 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Who's there?
Control freak. Now you say "Control freak who?" ...
I laughed and laughed and laughed when a friend told that to me. Pete mock-glared at me and said "Yes, I know why you find this so amusing, gothygirl."
Mr. Broom - Jul 25, 2005 10:28:39 am PDT #2827 of 10001
"When I look at people that I would like to feel have been a mentor or an inspiring kind of archetype of what I'd love to see my career eventually be mentioned as a footnote for in the same paragraph, it would be, like, Bowie." ~Trent Reznor
Puh-KAHNs, you mean?
Lyra Jane - Jul 25, 2005 10:28:54 am PDT #2828 of 10001
Up with the sun
Control freak who?
beathen - Jul 25, 2005 10:30:16 am PDT #2829 of 10001
Sure I went over to the Dark Side, but just to pick up a few things.
Control freak. Now you say "Control freak who?" ...
I LOVE this joke! (I've heard it before but it never fails to get a laugh from me!)
(My second favorite knock, knock joke is the interupting cow.)
Atropa - Jul 25, 2005 10:33:06 am PDT #2830 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I LOVE this joke! (I've heard it before but it never fails to get a laugh from me!)
It's my favoritest knock-knock joke ever. I've had to stop myself from saying "Now you say 'control freak who'" at Pete so many times ...
Polter-Cow - Jul 25, 2005 10:33:45 am PDT #2831 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Well, that didn't exactly go smoothly. Since I was on the verge of tears when I started talking to my dad.
I don't even know how to sum up. He repeatedly informed me that I didn't have a job, as if I didn't fucking know that, and that I wasn't going to just get an offer tomorrow, and people could always call my cell, so I didn't have to be here. And when he asked me to open and honest about why I was resisting, my voice finally broke to tell him he was forcing me to do everything. And so he reminded me that everyone ever sees their family, and how long had I been gone from home, how long, huh, HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN GONE (six years). And I was using the same excuses about having to be home every minute of the day to look for a job. So what, huh, did I want him to come up here? He'll buy a ticket, and a ticket for my mom, and everyone will come up here to see me since one person can't come down and see them. No, no, he didn't have to do that. Well, then, he was buying a ticket to Atlanta tomorrow, and if I found a job in the next week, he would cancel it. He had to go back to work now.
He was so fucking angry. It pissed me off.
Then, to my mom, who told me to stop crying first. And asked me if I still wanted to be in the family. Then why didn't I want to move back home? I gave her several random answers for why I wanted to stay here, rather than the HELLO I DON'T WANT TO LIVE AT HOME EVER AGAIN answer. She didn't say anything. I told her there was no reason to move twice in so short a period, but she said not to worry about, she would take care of it, and I told her it wasn't just a practical thing, it was nothing she could fix, but she didn't say anything. I don't think there is anything I could possibly say to make them understand why I would rather live here than live at home. And I am so fucking tired of feeling attacked for my decision. So. Fucking. Tired.
And then Deb called, and I was still on the verge of tears, and she asked how I was, and I said I was flustered, because my mom had no permission to do what she'd just done, and I started crying again. She asked what I wanted to do, and I told her I'm sure my mom had told her about my job search and whatever, so I wasn't sure. And she said the thing was it was easy for her to void the new lease, which would force me to leave by August 18, but once I entered the new lease, there was no provision to get out of it. I would be stuck with it for the full twelve months. If I left, I'd have to find a subletter or pay double rent. I told her I'd let her know after I looked at my options. Someone better me a job RIGHT NOW.
God, I suck at life.