By the same token, it frightens me, because as much as I love Futurama, I really don't want anything from Futurama in my actual life.
x-post!
Except Zoidberg.
Back AWAY from the Doctor, and I won't have to call you a skank....
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
By the same token, it frightens me, because as much as I love Futurama, I really don't want anything from Futurama in my actual life.
x-post!
Except Zoidberg.
Back AWAY from the Doctor, and I won't have to call you a skank....
I definitely want the Floam (for me me me). I'm a wee bit afraid of letting my kids use it in my house.
Teppy, did you mean "okay" or did you mean "oaky"?
I meant "oaky," as in "aged in oak barrels and therefore toasty and YUM."
ION, I just got "caught" by my boss looking at my personal email. (2 seconds earlier, and it would have been LJ). Luckily she laughed and agreed that this place is deader than dead this week.
Same thing happened to me two weeks ago. Except that two days later I found my internet access was blocked.
JZ's post is making me want to chant ALL HAIL THE HYPNO-FLOAM.
But I won't, because I am a grown-up.
floooooooooooam
[Hey! Fon't tags aren't allowed anymore? How're we supposed to whisper things?]
[edited to make myself look crazy]
I thought so, because I didn't think you'd be praising it as buttery, if it were only okay.
LUSH.
JZ's post is making me want to chant ALL HAIL THE HYPNO-FLOAM.
But I won't, because I am a grown-up.
I am not even remotely a grown-up right now, so I'll do it for you.
ALL HAIL THE HYPNO-FLOAM!!
I'd never heard of FLOAM before a few seconds ago, but now I really want some.
Jessica is me.
I roasted a chicken for dinner and we had scalloped potatoes and mixed veggies. Except Owen was so tired from the zoo he fell asleep while I was finishing making it. I thought the nap in the car on the way home was enough. I was wrong.
Fortunately, he woke up after about an hour so I could change his diaper, get him into pajamas and get a little dinner in him. He's watching tv with his dad now.
I bet you could make some kick ass bats with the Floam, Jilli. Granted, they wouldn't be black, but they'd still be kick ass.
Christopher gets so excited when he talks about Floam that he blushes and stammers. I think he's in love.
ALL HAIL THE HYPNO-FLOAM
Jilli, I'm so sorry about the job. That blows.