Feeling so vain about tagging myself, though.
Do you think this song is about you?
Sir? I'd like you to take the helm, please. I need this man to tear all my clothes off.
Zoe ,'Serenity'
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.
tommyrot - Oct 25, 2005 12:37:18 pm PDT #509 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.
erikaj - Oct 25, 2005 12:38:44 pm PDT #510 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
Ha. Not yet.
Trudy Booth - Oct 25, 2005 12:39:20 pm PDT #511 of 10003
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I feel like I'm That Dad. I missed Em's first steps, rolling over.
Fucker.
You missed the things you'd remember, you won't miss the ones she'll treasure for the rest of her life. You will always be there FOR that little girl.
Aims - Oct 25, 2005 12:42:00 pm PDT #512 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Where've you been?
Lee - Oct 25, 2005 12:43:03 pm PDT #513 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Aimee, did you get the stuff mailed?
dw - Oct 25, 2005 12:45:34 pm PDT #514 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
If you ever wonder, I think you're not. And life and I wanna say...heroin(?) beat you to the kicking.
Nope. Car crash, 1981.
On July 16, 1981, Chapin was driving to a business meeting on the Long Island Expressway near Jericho, NY, when his car was rear-ended by a tractor-trailer. The accident caused his gas tank to explode, killing the singer/songwriter in the process.
And his wife wrote a poem that became the basis for "Cat's In The Cradle;" the song is credited to both Chapins.
Aims - Oct 25, 2005 12:46:58 pm PDT #515 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aimee, did you get the stuff mailed?
Yeppers. To Juliana.
Lee - Oct 25, 2005 12:47:32 pm PDT #516 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay! Thanks, and let me know how much.
erikaj - Oct 25, 2005 12:49:48 pm PDT #517 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
I didn't know either of those things, Dylan. Huh.
dw - Oct 25, 2005 12:52:11 pm PDT #518 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
Oh, and "why it sucked to be a male singer-songwriter in the 1970s and 80s (using non-randomly selected data points)":
Harry Chapin: Car crash
Jim Croce: Plane crash
Steve Goodman: cancer
James Taylor: institutionalized for depression, heroin addiction, motorcycle crash, married to Carly Simon... and yet still alive