And I love the line
ita, that was hands down my favorite line in the show, too. I'm really liking it. I hope it sustains this level of enjoyable.
The money was too good. I got stupid.
Jayne ,'Ariel'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sean K - Mar 08, 2006 5:27:03 pm PST #2928 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Matt the Bruins fan - Mar 08, 2006 5:34:54 pm PST #2929 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
eta: Donation and cremation as well, but still with the tears. Wailing is acceptable. And I'll probably put a clause in my will handing over all my signed first editions to the first mourner who ululates.
I now have the mental image of a funeral with bibliophiles flinging themselves onto the coffin like lemmings jumping off a cliff.
billytea - Mar 08, 2006 5:47:19 pm PST #2930 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.
I don't want to be burned or embalmed. You can give the good bits away though.
Awww. You may be the first person in the State of New York to donate her body to pet food.
Trudy Booth - Mar 08, 2006 5:51:04 pm PST #2931 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
You may be the first person in the State of New York to donate her body to pet food.
That is a particular exception for Dallas if I'm not found for a few days. It is not carte blanche of me as pet food.
billytea - Mar 08, 2006 5:53:24 pm PST #2932 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.
That is a particular exception for Dallas if I'm not found for a few days. It is not carte blanche of me as pet food.
Yeah, yeah. We have you in writing, as quoted above, saying you're giving it away for free and you don't expect us to think of pet food?
Wait, let me think about this some more...
P.M. Marc - Mar 08, 2006 6:49:10 pm PST #2933 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
Holy carp.
My bus ride took 2 hours. Windstorm damaged the bridge it takes across the lake, so bridge = closed. Traffic was nuts. No clue how long it took Jilli to get home. Or if the bridge will be open in the morning.
Lee - Mar 08, 2006 7:02:12 pm PST #2934 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Pete was just talking about that in F2F, Plei. Sounds dreadful. I am glad you made it home safely.
Lee - Mar 08, 2006 7:17:12 pm PST #2935 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Did anyone watch Bones tonight, and feel like filling me in on the first 15 minutes?
§ ita § - Mar 08, 2006 8:15:47 pm PST #2936 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
FUCK ME.
Okay, don't.
But a habanero chocolate followed by a fig chocolate could be used as foreplay credit.
Damn, that's a one two punch.
Short version: Chocolates achieved! Thanks so much, Perkins.
I'm 6' 3" and I manage to get in and out of small cars without hitting my head.
Try extra ducking. It'll make it worse.
that was hands down my favorite line in the show
Haysbert is just a guy to have in charge, eh? Even though he bollixed his presidency last season of 24, he was still comforting. And now he has a gun.
Lee - Mar 08, 2006 8:35:09 pm PST #2937 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Project runway: I hate to admit it, but I really do like Santino's collection the best. Chloe's was too much shiny, and Daniel's didn't make as much of an impression.