I must have the World's Biggest Ass, because I cannot imagine a thong big enough to ride up that high or a pair of jeans that would sit that low on me.
And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
Jessica - Apr 11, 2006 7:22:27 am PDT #165 of 10002
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Betsy HP - Apr 11, 2006 7:25:06 am PDT #166 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
I can imagine it, but then I dive for the brain bleach.
(I can imagine it on me, not Jessica.)
Dana - Apr 11, 2006 7:34:05 am PDT #167 of 10002
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
And another entry in "things that cost a ridiculous amount of money":
As if custom-made hats, premium box seats and limo rides weren't enough, the Kentucky Derby will now feature the $1,000 mint julep.
Sip this drink slowly.
The sweet cocktail will be made with one of the state's finest bourbons and served in a gold-plated cup with a silver straw to the first 50 people willing to put down the cash at the May 6 race.
Mint from Morocco, ice from the Arctic Circle and sugar from the South Pacific will put this mint julep in a class of its own, the distillery selling the drink said.
juliana - Apr 11, 2006 7:36:00 am PDT #168 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
$1,000 mint julep.
gropes for eyes as they have rolled right the fuck out of my head
§ ita § - Apr 11, 2006 7:37:37 am PDT #169 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I see whale tail all the time, and have been guilty of it a time or two myself, but only when bending over. Low rise pants are in, but not everyone thinks to buy low rise thongs to match. If the pants don't come near your waist and the underwear does, or the pants are loose enough to shift when you bend at the waist but the thong isn't—whale tail.
Betsy HP - Apr 11, 2006 7:37:52 am PDT #170 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
In case you were in any doubt, yes, it's the Gilded Age all over again.
Sue - Apr 11, 2006 7:37:56 am PDT #171 of 10002
hip deep in pie
Blogging about leggings: [link]
I saw two women wearing leggings under ruffled skirts yesterday. If the trend's hit Halifax, it must be over, right?
It's not the leggings I object to, it's the capri length of the. Capris, as I like to say, are the work of the devil.
Jessica - Apr 11, 2006 7:39:09 am PDT #172 of 10002
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
If you had a private jet, you could have the £85 sandwich for lunch, the $1000 sundae for dessert, and wash it all down with a $1000 mint julep!
(And then, I don't know, light a million-dollar cigar with a $100 bill before going home to sleep on your bed made out of a giant pile of money.)
§ ita § - Apr 11, 2006 7:40:46 am PDT #173 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
See, I'm still down with the £85 sandwich, but the $1000 food is a no. Well, the $1000 julep is world of hell-no-why-bother. The $1000 sundae does look quite tasty, but it'd have to be when my sugar daddy is footing the bill.
shrift - Apr 11, 2006 7:41:23 am PDT #174 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Dear Coworker,
The reason why my department doesn't process your requests in a timely fashion is because you keep misspelling our department e-mail address.
See, when that happens, we don't get your e-mails.
No, really.
And after Friday, copying my individual address isn't going to work anymore. I suggest you learn how to spell by then.
sincerely,
shrift