'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
I think around point #18 he slipped from telling other people not to be assholes into revealing himself as one. Last time I checked, the top priority of dining out with friends and family wasn't tailoring every word and deed to make sure your waiter is enjoying his evening.
I thought it was around point two or three myself.
Timelies all!
They sent around an e-mail at work saying folks could leave two hours early today. I got the e-mail at 3:30.(I usually leave work between 4:15 and 4:30)Oops.
Go ahead! Be a bizarre conservative-Christian polyamorist (if you can)! Just learn how to use an effing spellchecker!!
Yes. This.
In fact, I might even have to tag it.
My daughter is excitedly watching the Koozbanian Gallio-Hoop-Hoop. I am so happy.
Yeah, that's kind of fucked up.
I went back to the main page hoping there'd be a parallel "Families looking for husbands" listing, but no dice.
I think it's kind of like all those swingers ads that say "NO SINGLE MALES!!!!1!" Too much fear of competition among the guys, maybe?
I had a moment of amusing timing. Friend (M.R.) said that American straight men had nothing on the men of British. I asked her if she had ever seen James Marsters without a shirt on, and she said something along the line of, well, that's one man amonst a sea of frightning prime time television. SHe then tried to make the claim that British soap Operas contained nothing but the butchest, straightest men she'd ever seen in her life. Whic h I tried to retaliate with Monty Python, but she said they didn't count. So of course, to prove the theory right, she demanded we turn on the telly. We turn it on, and we see a camara shot of someone with a pretty girly hat and a plaid shirt. She told me to wait a minute until the girl's boyfriend/husband/torrid lover came out. Then the camara panned and the person we thought was a pretty school girl, turned into a short ugly Scotsman in a v. Scottish kilt. We are still currently fighting because we can't figure out who won.
My sister maintains that British guys get over because of the accent, and that if Colin Firth or Christopher Eccleston were Yanks they'd never have become names, much less looked on with such lust.
I remind her that it doesn't count for all of them, but she still holds dearly to her point.
I want a wife! But she has to sleep on the couch. The bed is for me, Hubby, and the cats.