Eggs. The living legend needs eggs. Or maybe another milk.

Jayne ,'Jaynestown'


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.


amych - Apr 04, 2006 3:23:07 pm PDT #7401 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Then I realized the surge protector is three pronged and the plugs upstairs are two pronged.

I live in a world war II-era house and I'm not at all sure the wiring has ever been upgraded. I buy the three-prong converter doodads in bulk and then lalalalalaICAN'THEARYOU about the rest.


billytea - Apr 04, 2006 3:24:36 pm PDT #7402 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

And ION, billytea's tag continues to crack me up.

Huzzah! t attempts to kill Tom Cruise with a heat ray


Steph L. - Apr 04, 2006 3:46:26 pm PDT #7403 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I live in a world war II-era house and I'm not at all sure the wiring has ever been upgraded. I buy the three-prong converter doodads in bulk and then lalalalalaICAN'THEARYOU about the rest.

My GFIs are quaking in fear.


amych - Apr 04, 2006 3:52:14 pm PDT #7404 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Yeah. Don't have those either. There's a reason we decided not to buy the house.


Cass - Apr 04, 2006 4:16:03 pm PDT #7405 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

In my old house (huh, that's weird after six years there), the guest room / office had one outlet that we "converted" from two-prong to three... I had forgotten all about it until I was unplugging everything and counted how many power strips were in there.

The electrical was still fabric-wrapped and likely original from when the house was built in 1928.

Forget my masses of candles, how did I fail to never start an electrical fire in there?


sj - Apr 04, 2006 4:24:12 pm PDT #7406 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I heard back from Nora's moving friend, he isn't going to be able to do the move because he is going to be out of town, but he was nice enough to give me an estimate anyway. It was sort of what I was expecting, but it is going to be very expensive (at least by my standards).


vw bug - Apr 04, 2006 4:26:12 pm PDT #7407 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

I'm a bitch of a roommate. I was just doing dishes and totally left Not!Emily's, because I'm feeling bitchy. I totally could have done them, but I just didn't want to.

I did put his leftovers away, though, because he left them on the counter. I didn't want them to go bad.


sj - Apr 04, 2006 4:28:23 pm PDT #7408 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I'm a bitch of a roommate. I was just doing dishes and totally left Not!Emily's, because I'm feeling bitchy. I totally could have done them, but I just didn't want to.

Don't you dare. I'm still mad at him.


brenda m - Apr 04, 2006 4:28:27 pm PDT #7409 of 10001
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

Um, not doing someone elses dishes /= being a bitch.


Cass - Apr 04, 2006 4:29:35 pm PDT #7410 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

You are a better roommate then most, vw.

Once, I had a roommate move out while I was out of town, take the refrigerator and leave my food (including a full pan of lasagne) to rot on the counter until I was back three days later. She was shocked when I was annoyed and, "didn't want to just throw the food out."

Of course, the roommate was my sister so maybe she wasn't being a bitch and was just that daft.