Tep, please at least tell me they destroyed the ball afterwards? 'Cause, ewwwww.
It hasn't happened yet, but I'm sure hoping the ball will be destroyed afterward. And the grass burned. And the stadium exorcised.
t edit Cash -- that's COOL!
A year and a half ago, I could have eviscerated him with my thoughts. Now I can barely hurt his feelings. Things used to be so much simpler.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Steph L. - Mar 26, 2006 5:13:25 pm PST #5483 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Jessica - Mar 26, 2006 5:15:50 pm PST #5484 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Actually, I'm surprised it didn't burst into flames the moment it touched Shrub's hands. They must have sprayed it down with Evil-Off before the game.
sj - Mar 26, 2006 5:47:14 pm PST #5485 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Speaking of which, Sandra FUCKING Lee was on The Next Food Network Star tonight. I loathe her with the white-hot burning intensity of a thousand suns. 30% creativity MY FAT ASS.
I can't stand Sandra Lee.
Typo Boy - Mar 26, 2006 5:50:35 pm PST #5486 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Is it wrong that my first thought was "but Sandra Dee's been dead for decades"?
Jessica - Mar 26, 2006 5:51:48 pm PST #5487 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
One of my favorite food blogs has started the I Loathe Sandra Lee cooking contest. If I wasn't already a FoodieNYC fan, this alone would make me a convert.
Volans - Mar 26, 2006 6:58:41 pm PST #5488 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Yeah, for most of the last two years, my niece hasn't had a period, so didn't think about missing one. But I too am a bit agog at those folks who have unprotected sex and don't spend the next however-long-until-period panicked that they got pregnant.
I may be a little gun-shy - I think I was one of about 5 girls in my high school class who hadn't been pregnant by the time we graduated.
So perhaps you'll understand my feeling of betrayal, of revulsion, at this news
I'm confused...Bush has like a 35% approval rating, closer to Nixon's at impeachment than to Clinton's during the Lewinsky stuff. Why would you want someone that unpopular to throw your pitch?
Lee - Mar 26, 2006 7:36:29 pm PST #5489 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I went to Fluevog's web site to get pictures of the shoes I bought yesterday. A less attractive than they are in person pciture is here: [link] (I decided to use my jury duty money on something frivilous but necessary)
The company is now making wedding shoes (or at least marketing shoes as wedding wear): [link] I can't figure out why that seems kind of wrong to me. I like the men's shoe a lot though.
Volans - Mar 26, 2006 7:40:06 pm PST #5490 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Cheerios:
ZenKitty, you and your hair look FAB! Great cut!
Since I'm probably the only one around, I will flickr-spam with Mal photos. It was nice enough yesterday to plat outside, so we took the ball into backyard. Mallory was traumatized: every time he touched the ground he recoiled in horror. I had to hold him while R tossed the ball to him. [link] [link] [link] [link]
ETA: Hi Perkins!
P.M. Marc - Mar 26, 2006 7:44:08 pm PST #5491 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Raq, you must be pretty tall, based on where Mallory reaches when he's standing.
Cutiehead! Nice taste in shoes. Yes, we have that pair for Lillian (but she doesn't get them until her birthday).
PS, belated happy birthday to you, too. You end of Marchers are quite the crop!
Lee - Mar 26, 2006 7:44:51 pm PST #5492 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hi Raq! Cute pictures, but the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th all link to the same one.