barf
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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.
Laura must have watched Dressed to Kill.
Do I want a hamburger or Mexican food or Jack in the Box for lunch?
May I say that we are having Thanksgiving dinner with the star of Dressed to Kill, our Friend Keith? 'Cause we are.
The barf was for Tom and Katie and the sonogram machine.
You want Mexican food.
I think Gud is right, so off I go.
I think Denis Leary is funny. But then I'm not an asshole. (funniest moment of stand-up ever, not by Richard Pryor, is Leary talking about explaining to Sister Immaculata that his kid got the Asshole Song from him and it's a work thing.) But Dressed To Kill made me not breathe in some places so obviously Izzard is also the dog's bollocks.
Opinion round-up:
I liked Leary until I heard Bill Hicks. What I have seen of Izzard is... fine. Cranberries suck. Potatoes rule. Except for sweet potatoes. And gravy is a fantastic excuse to eat more biscuits.
Oh, and good pot pie is a very good thing indeed, but when there is a great risk that they'll wind up being slimy, which... ick.
I have both Izzard and Leary love.
It's nice and cold here. I caught Owen blowing on the picture window and then licking off the condensation. Ew.
All I have to do for tomorrow is pack for me & O. And remember to leave money for the dogsitter.