My favorite is "Nice boots. Wanna fuck?" Simple, direct, classic.

A college friend's band had a song with this title, so it's forever burned in my brain as being sung (shouted) by a punk rocker who looks like Quentin Tarantino if he raided David Bowie's wardrobe.

Raq, Emmett got so constipated he was impacted. No Fun Whatsoever! Mineral oil works very quickly and you can just mix it in with juice or whatever. It's perfectly safe. That was our pediatrician's recommendation, and it worked very well. He also advocated putting dark corn syrup in with the formula - it's a natural laxative and easy for infants to digest. (Emmett was right about Mal's age during The Troubles.) Of course, this is also when we had to use suppositories.

Fay, I'm sure you're hot. BT, those lines are awful, but since I like you, I wouldn't care. You wouldn't have to do anything to pick me up...except one thing to the time/space continuum. I should have a show "Sucking Up To Foreigners..." In this climate it could only keep us alive.

Fay, I'm sure you're hot.

This is one of the constants of the universe. Speed of Light. Poor Boreanaz fashion choices. Fay is hot.

My husband waxes eloquent about my dad: [link]

t runs in to view the gothy semi-spam

t sees multiple posts on baby poo

t runs away quickly

Doooooooomed.

Wrod. And if you were my teacher, Fay, I believe our days around here would get awfully full of "Ms. Jay says this..." and "That's how Ms. Jay does it." because as a student I had a hero-worship problem and because I quote you all the time, aifg.

Susan, that is a wonderful tribute. I just loved it. Thank you for sharing it, and thank D. for writing it.

There are many phrases I loved, but I think I liked "a man from the time when men were made of iron and ate coffee and drank eggs" the very best.

My husband waxes eloquent about my dad

Oh, Susan, that's lovely.

Doooooooomed.

You are a smitten kitten, my friend. In deep smit.