bon bon insent.
And you're sure this isn't just some fanboy thing? 'Cause I've fought more than a couple pimply, overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
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.
msbelle - Dec 08, 2005 8:53:19 am PST #291 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Frankenbuddha - Dec 08, 2005 8:54:03 am PST #292 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Uh, sorry. I just remembered that. I couldn't come up with it over 2 weeks ago, but my brain just barfed it up this minute.
Pours mental sawdust on the thread
Frankenbuddha - Dec 08, 2005 8:55:18 am PST #293 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
A mischief of mice
an unkindness of ravens
clowder of cats
bon bon insent
Shouldn't that be an insent of bon bon?
brenda m - Dec 08, 2005 8:56:03 am PST #294 of 10002
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
Wonderful when it's your car and you're expecting it, FREAKY AS HELL when it's your mom's car that you drive once every year and you've forgotten about the butt warmers.
Yeah, mine are cranked on full pretty much all the time and I never warn people about it.
Scrappy - Dec 08, 2005 9:05:19 am PST #295 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I loves me some heated seats. I am always cold so they are my favorite thing ever. The BF reviews cars and that's always my first question. Forget horsepower or torque or gauge clusters--is my ass gonna be warm?
tommyrot - Dec 08, 2005 9:07:06 am PST #296 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Allyson - Dec 08, 2005 9:14:57 am PST #297 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Scientists. Making. RAGE.
MUST. NOT. BEAT. THEM. WITH. SHOVEL.
Cashmere - Dec 08, 2005 9:15:47 am PST #298 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
tommy, that whole photo essay from Time magazine was heart-wrenching. The kicker--the wife who's sleeping by her husband's coffin is pregnant with their first child.
Cashmere - Dec 08, 2005 9:16:58 am PST #299 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Allyson, we may need their brains. If you need to beat them, take out their kneecaps. But keep the brain pans intact.
Daisy Jane - Dec 08, 2005 9:18:59 am PST #300 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I am cranky- and not looking at the sad thing.
I came in to work- a little late because there was still some ice on the roads, so I took the long way. One other coworker came in.
Now, it's probably about 30 something, but I'm thinking people could start heading in, it's not going to sleet or snow anymore, and is in fact sunny. But, they all have the day off. Other coworker went to lunch with her boyfriend or whatever over an hour ago. I didn't have breakfast this morning because we were supposed to go to a Christmas party where there would be food- now I'm starving and cranky.
On top of that, I'm still doing the unpleasant phone calls, where I had one lady tell me (white fonted for depressing story) that the day she left NO was the day before her son's 7th birthday. They thought it would be a matter of a night in a hotel and then back home, as most people do, so they left the puppy she got her son in the house where it drowned when the house was flooded.
I can barely do this at all, and certainly can't do it without a cigarette break or lunch.