But what enquiring Buffistas really want to know is:
Who tastes more like chicken? You or Toto? I think vw is wrong not to help us find out.
'Potential'
[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.
But what enquiring Buffistas really want to know is:
Who tastes more like chicken? You or Toto? I think vw is wrong not to help us find out.
Gloatycakes are unbecoming...
Mmm cake.
Uh-oh. The yawns have staged a sneak-attack. Help!
Hey Perkins!
I have lunch now.
Who tastes more like chicken? You or Toto?
For some reason, I am now earwormed with "Great taste! Less filling! Great taste! Less filling!"
(Yes, completely unrelated comments are able to earworm me with beer commercials from 15 years ago. I have so many hidden talents.)
Christopher is reading Peter Pan, (a Disneyized version of Barrie's classic) and setting it to music as he reads. I think he favors jazz.
What the holy helmet are we going to do with this kid when he's 10?
What the holy helmet are we going to do with this kid when he's 10?
He will have run off and joined the pirates long before then.
Gloatycakes are unbecoming...
But FUN!
Hey Perkins!
Hi Burrell!
I have lunch now
They fed us lasagna for lunch today. It's like they want us to take naps or something.
Gloatycakes are unbecoming...
But FUN!
And surprisingly low in calories.
The Mass Dept. of Education's Website would like me to consider becoming a Middle School math teacher instead. It suggested this in the middle of my filling out the application for preliminary high school licensure. Like Amazon's "People who bought this book also enjoyed..." I'm sort of irked, because it requires taking a whole different test, so it's not like I can just go, "Oh hey, middle school. Why not?"