WHEE!
Joe got a 3% raise and they are sooper dooper happy with him! Yay!
What is Em's title?
Harken: You fought with Captain Reynolds in the war? Zoe: Fought with a lot of people in the war. Harken: And your husband? Zoe: Fight with him sometimes, too.
'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Aims - Jan 03, 2006 12:42:08 pm PST #3033 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
tommyrot - Jan 03, 2006 12:43:01 pm PST #3034 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
She's always trying to act like she falls into the parent class of the family.
I wonder if that's an Oldest Kid trait. I certainly did it.
I did it. To my older brother.
amych - Jan 03, 2006 12:43:16 pm PST #3035 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
What is Em's title?
Her Royal Highness
Aims - Jan 03, 2006 12:43:53 pm PST #3036 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Yay!
Ginger - Jan 03, 2006 12:43:56 pm PST #3037 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
She's always trying to act like she falls into the parent class of the family.
When I was in the grocery store the other day, there were two children in a cart, one about 18 months and the other 3-4 years old. The older one was saying authoritatively, "Sit down, baby. You can't stand up in the cart."
sj - Jan 03, 2006 12:45:26 pm PST #3038 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Teppy, I am eating oatmeal right now, AIFG.
Joe got a 3% raise and they are sooper dooper happy with him! Yay!
Woo Hoo!!!
Oh and sj, I concur with Ple's assessment of your store managers jackwaddy aholeness. They're shitty people and you need to go work somewhere else. It's addition by subtraction if you leave there.
Thanks. Part of me is wondering if I could find something else in the next two days before I have to go back to work, so I can go in and give my notice. The only problem with that fantasy, is that it is January.
JZ - Jan 03, 2006 12:46:29 pm PST #3039 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Does the Emmett-can't-say-it list involve liking George Bush? Or Celine Dion?
The first would never ever EVER happen. The second is only marginally more likely. The actual list, near as I can remember (whitefonted for those who don't feel the need to know exactly what 9-year-old boys consider hi-larious conversational gold): Poop, pooping, farting, snot, pee, and butts.
Fay - Jan 03, 2006 12:49:16 pm PST #3040 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Heh. Right you are.
Gudanov - Jan 03, 2006 12:49:37 pm PST #3041 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
For some reason that reminds me when Emaryn came up with the insult "Bottomhead", which she hurled at Leif.
DavidS - Jan 03, 2006 12:49:42 pm PST #3042 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I bet the list has 'cats' on it.
You would lose that bet, pirate boy.
Does the Emmett-can't-say-it list involve liking George Bush?
Are you kidding? He talks about George Bush all the time. "He's sooooo stupid. He's worse than Hitler."
I told Emmett to quit comparing Bush to Hitler (without alluding to internet laws), but that's not on the conversational no-fly zone.
It's not really that intriguing if you've spent any time with an elementary school age boy, you'll soon learn that every bit of their humor is based on things produced by the body.
"You are not allowed to talk to me about snot or vomit or pee or poop or diarrhea or vomit. You can talk about it with your friends all you want. I have no doubt that you are the Noel Coward of snot-based quips, but I don't want to hear about it."
What's intriguing to me is that there are whole series of books devoted to this obsession. Captain Underpants, of course, but also The Day My Butt Went Psycho and the Encyclopedia of Grossology.