Yesterday while I was at work Leif got his little hands on a bottle of infant Tylendol somehow. He used the dropper to start painting his walls with it. When he was discovered and asked what he was doing he replied, "I don't know... I'm only three."
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
(((Aimee)))
Oh, Leif! How funny.
With our car (Chevy Lumina, 1997) the brakes start squealing when the oil is low. I don't know why, but that's what happens, so you might just want to check your oil and see if a top up or change fixes the squeal before going in for a brake job.
"I don't know... I'm only three."
Run with it while you can, kid.
Marsters??? Damn, another show for TIVO to grab for me. Never got into Smallville, but the pretty...must catch the pretty.
We should have a drinking game. "Count the two shot".
Marsters and Rosenbaum together, do a shot. Marsters and Welling, shot. All three -- two shots.
"I don't know... I'm only three."
Can I tag Lief?
I'm so happy he's an artist. And that he didn't swig the stuff.
Go ahead and tag.
Yes, what a relief that he was painting rather than drinking!
I'm glad that was his impluse as well.
Toulouse Letrec's family used to say that all the time too.
(((((((Aimee))))))) I'm so glad that your sister is there with you, and that you have visitors to distract and cosset you this weekend.
Raq's link is gorgeously horrid. Also, this, from the FAQ:
professional Mexican velvet Elvis artists
is a marvelous tongue twister, or possibly a band name.