I am HUNGRY and none of this food is for today!
Wonders if he ought to taunt Nora that he is probably going to Redbones tonight. Decides against it.
Lorne: Once the word spreads you beat up an innocent old man, well, the truly terrible will think twice before going toe-to-toe with our Avenging Angel. Spike: Yes. The geriatric community will be soiling their nappies when they hear you're on the case. Bravo.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
Frankenbuddha - Nov 23, 2005 7:48:39 am PST #6310 of 10003
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Emily - Nov 23, 2005 8:00:55 am PST #6311 of 10003
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Emmett: Dibs on Rivendell!
Oh, I so want to tag this.
DavidS - Nov 23, 2005 8:02:53 am PST #6312 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Now, the big question is, Did Arwen take all of her clothes or did she leave them and, subquestion, does living in Rivendell make you skinny enough to fit into her clothes?
I think the lambas is by Jenny Craig.
Emmett was later singing a sing about Legolas shooting oliphaunts and fell beasts in the eye. The lyric "...and he's gonna kick your ass so bad!" was in the chorus.
DavidS - Nov 23, 2005 8:03:44 am PST #6313 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Oh, I so want to tag this.
I don't think he'd object.
brenda m - Nov 23, 2005 8:04:01 am PST #6314 of 10003
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
My sister and I have neatly solved our T-day preparation issues by getting invited to dinner at like three places. So first we ruled out the one where "we don't drink on Thanksgiving". Now we're going to a nice low key (if you can do that with 18) family with a bunch of our favorite people and just have to make dessert.
Jars - Nov 23, 2005 8:07:55 am PST #6315 of 10003
I think my next-door neighbour is a bit upset at missing Thanksgiving this year. Any ideas or Thanksgivingy type things I could do to cheer him up? Currently my only plan is the liberal application of alcohol.
Lee - Nov 23, 2005 8:10:52 am PST #6316 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Dear Aimee,
When Emma's present gets there, and you think "why did she send a present wrapped with no ribbon", know that there is, it's just special Emperor's ribbon.
OKThanxbye!
Me
ChiKat - Nov 23, 2005 8:12:16 am PST #6317 of 10003
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?
Take the damn turkey out of the FREEZER
Be sure to thaw at room temperature instead of in the fridge. It'll take too long in the fridge.
we're going to a nice low key (if you can do that with 18) family with a bunch of our favorite people and just have to make dessert
I'm doing something similar, brenda. My friend, Scott, hosts T'giving every year for a group of friends. His mom is in town and they do the turkey and ham and we all bring side dishes, appetizers, desserts, and wine. With 18 people there, we end up with quite a spread.
Tonight, I'm baking a sweet potato pie and then tomorrow I'll roast some asparagus before heading over to Scott's.
It's a nice, low-key day. To use Aimee's phrase, it's a Family of the Heart kind of holiday.
Gudanov - Nov 23, 2005 8:12:34 am PST #6318 of 10003
Coding and Sleeping
does living in Rivendell make you skinny enough to fit into her clothes?
Eventually. Let's face it Rivendell is pretty, but there's no place to eat. Plus when you move in, you are required to take part in the the mandatory Elfercize program.
Katerina Bee - Nov 23, 2005 8:13:15 am PST #6319 of 10003
Herding cats for fun
Wheee! I have the day off. Unpaid, but still: a day off. I'm going to go for a nice healthy walk around the lake, and then I shall make deep dish apple pie and work on my blanket project.
So I have to get to go down to LA to attend some corporate training. Sadly, it turns out I will need "more professional" attire. I don't seem to understand what falls between The Suit I wore for my interview and what I've been wearing. I thought that wearing good slacks with a drapey cotton or silk T-shirt was OK. I don't like button-up shirts because they never fit me right. They gap at the breast and poof up around the waist and make it disappear.