and we already know that perkins bogarts pie.
Wait. People? She eats people? 'To Serve Man.' It's 'To Serve Man' all over again.
Gunn ,'Power Play'
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
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.
Kat - Aug 21, 2005 5:52:50 pm PDT #9979 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Lee - Aug 21, 2005 5:53:10 pm PDT #9980 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Should we break out the hiaku?
Kat - Aug 21, 2005 5:53:50 pm PDT #9981 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
No.
Let's be radical and have no haiku.
Lee - Aug 21, 2005 5:54:01 pm PDT #9982 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I do no! I use pie to bribe my way into ita's.
She's mean, and makes me leave it there.
Kat - Aug 21, 2005 5:54:19 pm PDT #9983 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Just say no to poems with formalized syllabication structures!
Jessica - Aug 21, 2005 5:54:30 pm PDT #9984 of 10002
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
The last 200 posts of Natter, summarized in haiku:
Pie pie pie pie pie
Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake
Pie pie pie pie pie
Lee - Aug 21, 2005 5:54:39 pm PDT #9985 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
NO!
Kat - Aug 21, 2005 5:54:41 pm PDT #9986 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
ita is MEAN.
Kat - Aug 21, 2005 5:55:18 pm PDT #9987 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Whew, thank god Plei is around because if we break this now, who will make a new one?
Lee - Aug 21, 2005 5:55:22 pm PDT #9988 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I take my no back. I like Jess's poem.