Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.

Giles ,'Get It Done'


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.


Volans - Apr 17, 2006 2:45:00 am PDT #9576 of 10001
move out and draw fire

The internets are a strange place. I set out looking for a recipe for Cornish pasties (instead of just making it up as I go, like usual), and end up at Easter Turducken [link] (I think it's chocolate bunny around peeps and a cadbury egg...hit the sale aisle at the drug store now!)


Fay - Apr 17, 2006 3:50:50 am PDT #9577 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Wow. Gotta love the fact that it's called Slashfood.

(Turducken, incidentally, is something I only know of through your good selves...I think that this particular level of overindulgence hasn't really hit the UK yet. Or if it has, it probably goes by another name. Does 'turd' mean anything in US slang?)


Spidra Webster - Apr 17, 2006 3:56:07 am PDT #9578 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Does 'turd' mean anything in US slang?

Yes.

Yet another word for excrement.


sj - Apr 17, 2006 4:00:05 am PDT #9579 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{Cass and Cass's neice}}}


DCJensen - Apr 17, 2006 4:09:10 am PDT #9580 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Well, that page also had a link to something else I did not know existed.

Coca-Cola Blak


Hil R. - Apr 17, 2006 4:15:05 am PDT #9581 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I got the summer job I'd applied for!

Well, not exactly the one I'd applied for. I'd applied to teach 7-10th grade, and they offered me fifth and sixth grades, but still ought to be fun. I guess I'll mostly be teaching pre-algebra, with a little bit of algebra thrown in.


Hil R. - Apr 17, 2006 4:17:43 am PDT #9582 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Turducken, incidentally, is something I only know of through your good selves...I think that this particular level of overindulgence hasn't really hit the UK yet.

Up until very recently, it was only in Louisiana. When I started college there (in 1999), I'd never heard of it before, and neither had anyone else I talked to from outside the deep south. Then it's just been in the past few years that people outside the area have been having it -- mostly because they recently started selling frozen ones.


Spidra Webster - Apr 17, 2006 4:18:40 am PDT #9583 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Congratulations, Hil!

Ugh. I didn't mean to, but I pulled an all-nighter.


Jessica - Apr 17, 2006 4:36:34 am PDT #9584 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Coca-Cola Blak

DON'T DRINK IT. (I'm admittedly biased since I don't like regular, non-experimentally-flavored sodas much, but this stuff was seriously vile.)


Beverly - Apr 17, 2006 4:58:43 am PDT #9585 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Cass, I've got you friended on LJ, but I don't think you friended me back. I'm arliss there.

Any Bitch who'd like, and who hasn't already, is welcome to leave a note as to who you are here and I'll friend you. I find myself less able to keep up here, and I'd like to know what's going on with you.

Saturday? It hit 90. Today? 74. We turned off the ACs and opened all the windows. It's gorgeous, with a light breeze. Ideal, one might say.

One might say, if the massive willow oaks hadn't chosen today to release their load of blossoms and pollen all over everything. Benadryl, I sing my song of praise to thee.