Don't feel bad for me-- my husband brought me some root and a little prosciutto and lox.
I *wish* I had some lox and a husband.
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.
Don't feel bad for me-- my husband brought me some root and a little prosciutto and lox.
I *wish* I had some lox and a husband.
Wait.
Wait.
Did you just say "husband"?
Yeah, what Steph said. Wait. What?
She must mean someone ELSES husband.
??
Emily, if you ever have to do a lesson on mean free path (more physics than math, per se) borrow someone's audibly flatulent dog and park him in the back of the classroom.
We were rather amazed at how close to reality theoretical mfp proved to be. It really worked!
Of course, for the rest of the term, everytime Dookie farted, we'd all groan and start counting down till the odor would hit us.
First I was going to say,
Boy, do I hate the Green Lantern.
Oh, god, that rant made me laugh and laugh.
And then I, too, got distracted by,
husband
?
I'm guessing that's a callback to wanting a root and a husband. But I'm on tenterhooks to find out if I'm wrong.
Oh, guys, just a callback!
When would I have time to elope??!
I'm guessing that's a callback to wanting a root and a husband.
My guess as well, though it is fun to speculate and generate lurid gossip while bon is off gnawing on her root.
Wait, that just sounds wrong.
When would I have time to elope??!
Between roots.