If only you had a pneumatic tube.
YES! Hec, will you see about having 2 installed for me? One here at work, one at home? Thankyouverymuch!
So there is something I can do, besides scream like a woman?
Wesley ,'Chosen'
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.
ChiKat - Oct 21, 2005 10:53:10 am PDT #7788 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Kalshane - Oct 21, 2005 10:53:30 am PDT #7789 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
And suddenly I'm hungry. Will have to wander down to the cafeteria and see what they have that's snackish today.
flea - Oct 21, 2005 10:54:04 am PDT #7790 of 10002
information libertarian
It only takes a nice little trip to Thailand and $50K and you too can have your own pneumatic tube installed...
DavidS - Oct 21, 2005 10:54:25 am PDT #7791 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
You just can't beat clobbering faux!Barney with an anvil.
Yeah, see it's Yakko bouncing off a little fireman's mini-tramp thingie carried by Dot and Wakko. And he pops balloons and when he hits an anvil it drops down and clonks the faux!Barney (if you're lucky). If you miss bouncing him, the Barney pounces on Yakko wraps him up in a bear hug and says, "I luvvie wuv you!" Then you lose a life.
It's sort of like what happens if you hug shrift.
Vortex - Oct 21, 2005 11:00:53 am PDT #7792 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Oh, dear. My mom does it in a very funny way. If anyone ever called her on it, she'd totally fess up with a look of, "What?"
yeah, I had bad visions of people asking me what happened to my mother, and me saying "she's over there" and them saying "no, your real mother" and me repeating "she's over there". Madness.
Daisy Jane - Oct 21, 2005 11:01:52 am PDT #7793 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I'm off work in less than an hour!!!
makes out with job
How've y'all been today.
lori - Oct 21, 2005 11:02:15 am PDT #7794 of 10002
ita eats ass pie.
That can't be right.
Atropa - Oct 21, 2005 11:02:49 am PDT #7795 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
She once asked my brother and I if we would mind if she told people that we were my dad's children by his first wife (which is, of course, her).
Heh. My parents will, to this day, sometimes tell people they bought me at the second-hand children store.
Kalshane - Oct 21, 2005 11:09:52 am PDT #7796 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
Ugh. Unfortunately, aforementioned cookies are somewhat stale. I have a feeling they don't bake fresh ones on a Friday. This is most disappointing.
dw - Oct 21, 2005 11:10:46 am PDT #7797 of 10002
Silence means security silence means approval
The Morning News has collected the best Amazon one-star reviews of Time's 100 Best Books.
Here's one for LionWitchWardrobe:
“I bought these books to have something nice to read to my grandkids. I had to stop, however, because the books are nothing more than advertisements for “Turkish Delight,” a candy popular in the U.K. The whole point of buying books for my grandkids was to give them a break from advertising, and here (throughout) are ads for this “Turkish Delight”! How much money is this Mr. Lewis getting from the Cadbury’s chocolate company anyway? This man must be laughing to the bank.”
The Sun Also Rises:
“Here’s the first half of the book: ‘We had dinner and a few drinks. We went to a cafe and talked and had some drinks. We ate dinner and had a few drinks. Dinner. Drinks. More dinner. More drinks. We took a cab here (or there) in Paris and had some drinks, and maybe we danced and flirted and talked sh*t about somebody. More dinner. More drinks. I love you, I hate you, maybe you should come up to my room, no you can’t’… I flipped through the second half of the book a day or two later and saw the words ‘dinner’ and ‘drinks’ on nearly every page and figured it wasn’t worth the risk.”