Andi, with a chuckle after sprinkling catnip on an ottoman:
"I love drugging my cats."
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
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Andi, with a chuckle after sprinkling catnip on an ottoman:
"I love drugging my cats."
I wouldn't be doing my job as a porny pantsI processed this as you saying you didn't want to be a porny pants, and I was all, "It's not like Trudy to play with a newbie's mind."
Yes. But Trudy, you're Super Porny Pants. So...
And I did not know your brother was that tall. And they're all so tall.It has really skewed what I think of as "tall."
And the thought is turning me on just the tiniest bit.You're trying to outgross me from the Cartman thing here? Cause it's working.
I have time to go make food between races if I skip the post-race interiews until later.
And I think puppycat was only snuggling with me because I am warm. She stole my heating pad when I got up and looks quite content.
and I was all, "It's not like Trudy to play with a newbie's mind."True. She's pretty forthcoming with the porniness of the pants.
But it's her right shoulder and neck, the side she mouses on. But if you want to be porny, blame the intellectual orgy that is Buffistas.
I can think of a good half-dozen amorous ways to achieve that injury. Just throw your chest out man, drink a beer, spit or something. You flexoralled the woman.
Hmm. It's my one day off work this week. I've slept and slept, and showered, and eaten breakfast. I *should* clean. But instead, I am being sucked into sitting on my couch watching TV, because between having to think of something fun to do, and having the energy to do it, I'm failing.
What should I go do to feel like this was a productive, or at least fun, day? Hmmmmm....
You're trying to outgross me from the Cartman thing here? Cause it's working.
Just his tallness, that's all. I'm just grooving on his tallness. And the copious tallness.
Is the freakin tape-delayed race at 3 or 3:30? I need to get to the bar. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME, WOMAN!!!!!! AND YOU FREAK OUT OVER A SOUTH PARK REF?!?!?!? YOU'VE TURNED ME INTO A SPORTS FAN! YOU'VE GOTTEN ME HOT FOR ENGINES! THEY'RE GOING TO THROW ME OUT OF NEW YORK AND THE CULTURAL ELIETE!!!!!!!! ah-hehm. just clearing my throat. no rant in the white font or anything.
In re: Giant Cats Sentinel story -- there is still a (apparently quite active!) Sentinel storyfinders list, if you really wanted to find it.
Also, my grandmother's still around. She was lucid this morning, but has been unconscious most of the day -- though they say that may be because of the morphine drip. So we still don't know anything.
Oh Emily.
Do you know anything more about what injuries she sustained, Emily?