a pair of Under Armour panties
Is that anything like Underoos?
ETA: I'm just being a smartass. I can Google it myself.
Don't belong. Dangerous, like you. Can't be controlled. Can't be trusted. Everyone could just go on without me and not have to worry. People could be what they wanted to be. Could be with the people they wanted. Live simple. No secrets.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sue - Feb 05, 2006 12:21:01 pm PST #5082 of 10002
hip deep in pie
§ ita § - Feb 05, 2006 12:31:05 pm PST #5083 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Man, I wish they were like Underoos. Those are cool.
(I googled, myself)
I did see an ad for Wolverine boxers, though. Maybe I'll get those.
Sue - Feb 05, 2006 12:34:45 pm PST #5084 of 10002
hip deep in pie
What the world clearly needs is some high performance superhero underwear.
esse - Feb 05, 2006 12:38:34 pm PST #5085 of 10002
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
I bought krav-branded underwear today, and a pair of Under Armour panties. Is that geeky or dorky?
Somewhere in between, but man, if I had the money I would buy UA underwear.
So something in my fridge has died a horrible, stinky death in my fridge over the holidays and short term and now, though my fridge is plugged in and humming merrily, I'm afraid to open it up for the smell assaulting me again.
A friend suggested I open it up, spray with bleach and water, and repeat throughout a day until the smell is gone. But I don't know how much bleach to put to how much water. Suggestions?
Jesse - Feb 05, 2006 12:42:15 pm PST #5086 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I'd wipe it down with a damp rag wet first with water, then bleach. Then put a bunch of baking soda in it.
Steph L. - Feb 05, 2006 12:55:49 pm PST #5087 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
SA, I think what you want is about a 10% bleach solution. Or, 1 part bleach to 10 parts water. If that doesn't work, add a little more bleach, in teeny tiny amounts at a time.
Also, consider calling a priest to perform the sacred rite of What The Fuck Died In My Fridge exorcism.
Lee - Feb 05, 2006 12:59:38 pm PST #5088 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Everytime I go into the guest room, which is where my printer is, to do my work work, my internet connection dies. I think that means I should be taking a nap, right?
flea - Feb 05, 2006 1:09:27 pm PST #5089 of 10002
information libertarian
Okay, so I'm watching the super bowl, although I don't give a damn about football. (I mean, we don't have cable; we have no options. Also a good excuse to make guacamole). But damn if I didn't get totally thrilled and even occasionally misty watching the MVPs from old Super Bowls coming out. I may not care, but the zillions of people in the stadium who do get me completely caught up. (Especially the Steelers fans, who seem pretty hopped up).
msbelle - Feb 05, 2006 1:32:22 pm PST #5090 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I took a brief nap. I got the tv on. I now have a fever.
these things are not connected.
YES, Sue. Thank you!
Steph L. - Feb 05, 2006 1:35:22 pm PST #5091 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I now have a fever.
You KNOW the only cure.
MORE COWBELL!