I buckeled up my cilantro when I drove home from buying salad forks which I plan to eat steak with.
I just skipped to this post when I was coming to take a last look at Natter for the night. A sum up of all the Natter greatest hits.
[Edit: x-post with bon bon. Of course, for it to be really "greatest hits" it had to have an x-post.]
Should I be offended if I ever see someone wearing this t-shirt? [link]
What does it mean?
I dunno. American Idol? That is like the anti-music, isn't it?
It's like I was damning myself with faint praise references.
I think if you do see someone in that shirt, you should go up to them and say, "That's fine. You're not my friend either!" And then poke your tongue out at them and flounce away.
And if you do that, let me know. I'd like to see you flounce.
Allyson is short, and at least five inches of her height are due to hair volume.
I do not have big hair!!!
And if you do that, let me know. I'd like to see you flounce.
Heh. I'm decades out of practice.
Let's do some creative editing:
“OK, big boy.” – Sen. Trent Lott (R-MS)
OK, big boy
I know there must be a snotty way to say this phrase, but all I can think of is the sultry way, and Trent Lott + sultry = brain-gymnastics and sorrow.
Do you want to hug Shaq?
Actually, yeah, kinda. He's big and goofy. Yao Ming, on the other hand, maybe not. It'd be like hugging a ladder.