Perkins, there would totally be cupcakes.

I have three in my kitchen RIGHT NOW, with orange vanilla buttercream.

That's it, I'm inviting myself to Plei's house to get to the cupcakes before Perkins!

We need to change our language habits, I suppose. For "shit" we tend to say "fuck." For "fuck" we say "fuck fuckity fucking motherfucker," and for "motherfucker" we say "slimy cuntmuscle."

Robert read a bit of the Dr. James Dobson book on child-rearing we got as a gift to me: "Is your conversation respectful and soothing? Or does your household sound like an army barracks? You must speak in calm tones around your child." To which I responded "Dobson can suck my throbbing cock."

But did you say it in soothing tones?

I must change my swearing habits. I normally sound like Eminem on a bad hair day.

At least I've cut back on the number of "Motherfucker cuntsucker asswipe TURN!"s I let out at lights.

I think I shall adopt "motherflipper" as my new swear word. Both for the visual of somebody running up and flipping my mom. I may even need an LJ icon....

People, please do not make the mistake that I made: DO NOT CLICK ON KAT'S LINK.

Too late. MY EYES! MY EEEYEEEEES!!!

I must change my swearing habits. I normally sound like Eminem on a bad hair day.

At least I've cut back on the number of "Motherfucker cuntsucker asswipe TURN!"s I let out at lights.

I'm like a truck driver with Tourette's when I'm in the car. I need to buy Owen ear phones or something.

I didn't click the link. It sounds like bon bon's advice is sound.

When Buffistas who aren't known for being squeamish are warning, it is wise to take the hint.

Okay, now I'm tempted to go back and look just to see how bad it could be.

So glad that I taped Scrubs last night. I always forget to watch it when I'm home, but it makes me laugh like nothing else on television. And Zach Braff got nominated for an Emmy this year!

You know what's sad? I've seen that Carrot Top picture twice in as many days. When I was reading the Defamer story on Jude Law (oh, and there's a clothed picture of him and Miller that seems to contradict the implications people have taken from the other picture, which I didn't see). When I saw the URL today, it didn't ring a bell. Darn it.

I'm like a truck driver with Tourette's when I'm in the car. I need to buy Owen ear phones or something.

Odds are, Owen will shame you into biting your tongue. You'll say something awful out of reflex, and that's when he'll suddenly be in the "imitate my parents all the time" phase, and you'll feel like a jerk. I was driving Ben to see my in-laws, and the exit I usually took was closed, so I had to get off the highway at the Charlestown/Somerville line, and switch directions at Schraft circle, which localistas will recognize as a circle of death. A big truck came barrelling at us as we were 3/4s of the way around the rotary. I said the bad word very loudly, and Ben repeated it for the next week--and was particularly enthusiastic about it when we got to my in-laws, because it was so new and shiny. I thought he was past it a few days later, and took him to K-B Toys or Toys R Us, for something or other, and he decided he needed more practice. That mostly cured me.