He was dressed as The Cheat. From Homestar Runner.
Best. Costume. Ever.
Dreg: Glory, Your Most Fresh-And-Cleanness. It's only a matter of time-- Glory: Ugh, everything always takes time! What about my time? Does anyone appreciate I'm on a schedule here?! Tick tock, Dreg! Tick freakin' tock!
'Sleeper'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 01, 2005 12:32:19 pm PST #2100 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
P.M. Marc - Nov 01, 2005 12:40:08 pm PST #2101 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
It's really fabulous. I'm in costume awe.
Shari_H - Nov 01, 2005 12:43:40 pm PST #2102 of 10003
Keep breathing!
OMG. Am ded from cute.
Why do people write "ded"? Is that a thing I missed? It makes me laugh because of a story about Harpo Marx (not the cute trick or treater, the other one).
He was friends with many members of the famous Algonquin roundtable - Alexander Woolcott, George S. Kaufman, Dorothy Parker, et al. At one weekend party at Woolcott's little island estate off Vermont, all the literary folks played murder. One author (memory fails on her name) was the victim, and spent hours in a little out-of-the-way bathroom at the back of the house before she was discovered. Once they found her, it was easy to tell who the murderer was. The clever one had written "You are ded" on the toilet paper, in lipstick. Since Harpo was the only one in the place whose education had ended in 3rd grade, suspicion naturally, and rightly, fell on him. Makes me smile, every time.
Stephanie - Nov 01, 2005 12:48:38 pm PST #2103 of 10003
Trust my rage
While we are asking, what's the origin of "Bob likes carrots" and WTF does it mean????
Amy - Nov 01, 2005 12:52:02 pm PST #2104 of 10003
Because books.
While we are asking, what's the origin of "Bob likes carrots" and WTF does it mean????
Oh god, thank you for asking this. Because I have no idea, either.
Toddson - Nov 01, 2005 12:53:19 pm PST #2105 of 10003
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Doing one of my perpetual drive-bys - we have a big meeting in one week and it's been insane for the past month - Betsy HP's story about the deer reminded me of something that happened last week.
A deer wandered out of Rock Creek Park into Georgetown (for those of you who don't know DC, it's a fashionable (expensive) neighborhood with lots of shops). It wandered through Diesel and Ralph Lauren and was cornered in a dressing room by Animal Control. They shot it with a tranquilizer dart and took it back to the park. In a truly Washingtonian touch, as the unconscious deer was carried out, the crowd outside began chanting "Free Bambi!"
tommyrot - Nov 01, 2005 12:53:58 pm PST #2106 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
While we are asking, what's the origin of "Bob likes carrots" and WTF does it mean????
Hasn't that been FAQed?
Aims - Nov 01, 2005 12:53:58 pm PST #2107 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
WTF does it mean????
Ok, so like you say, "Hey! I'm a writer!" and I say, "Ohmigawd! My SO Bob is a writer!" and then someone else say, "I drive a Ferrari!" and I say, "OHmigawd! Bob likes Ferraris!" And then someone else else says, "I like carrots, and then I say, "Oh mi GAWD!! BOB LIKES CARROTS!"
Connie Neil - Nov 01, 2005 12:55:34 pm PST #2108 of 10003
brillig
It wandered through Diesel and Ralph Lauren and was cornered in a dressing room by Animal Control.
I hope it crapped on something foolishly expensive. Hopefully lots of somethings.
Toddson - Nov 01, 2005 12:57:16 pm PST #2109 of 10003
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
No reports on damage ... maybe it was just browsing.