I can't decide if it's impressive to be an Executive Chef at McDonald's test kitchen.
'Shindig'
Natter 39 and Holding
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.
And there is a sudden run on brooms on the south side...
Suspicious soda can at Penn Station was a hoax:
Police in bio-hazard suits responded to an apparent hoax in one of New York's main transport hubs Friday, further straining public nerves already frayed by the threat of a terrorist attack on the city's subway system.
Police cordoned off a section of Penn Station after reports of two suspicious items, Police Commissioner Ray Kelly told reporters.
'One was a suspicious package that turned out to be trash, the other was a green bottle. In that bottle was a dye and an acid. It looks like a prank,' Kelly said.
Fucktards.
Let's disrupt mass transit throughout the largest city in America. That'll be HI-larious.
Yeesh.
I'm hoping they left fingerprints. Little shits.
Quick, somebody say something!
Something?
That's the spirit!
I have 29 minutes left, and time is moving very slowly, like it's overdosed on Sudafed.
Okay, this is just for the cause, Perkins.
I'm obsessed with sitcom theme songs today. You may have seen the posts this morning. Anyhow, I've been playing them all day. This morning, I thought the Charles in Charge song was merely insipid. But now...is it just me or is there some sub/dom subtext in these lyrics?
New boy in the neighborhood
Lives downstairs and it's understood.
He's there just to take good care of me,
Like he's one of the family.
Charles in Charge
Of our days and our nights
Charles in Charge
Of our wrongs and our rights
And I sing, I want,
I want Charge in Charge of me.
Charles in Charge
Of our days and our nights
Charles in Charge
Of our wrongs and our rights
And I sing, I want,
I want Charge in Charge of me.