I definitely don't want to think about it, and I really don't want to know it for sure. Thus, I will have to come up with a better sales pitch than, "She's 22, but can play 16 easy."
'Lessons'
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.
Maybe the can-but-won't-snap-their-spine thing, then?
Top Chef, I really hope that it does. I keep worrying about Harold being sick and then running into the kitchen with his knives obviously late.
Maybe the can-but-won't-snap-their-spine thing, then?
I can work with that, and keep a clear conscience, sure.
Just saying that I would prefer Lex in the French Maid outfit.
Probably it should be Clark the French Maid. With fishnets. Lex, though... slutty Catholic schoolgirl, maybe? Or possibly just the classic eyeliner and leather pants.
I think my ganache is fucked. So if you can get my cousin wed, that'd at least be something.
Allyson's rant from earlier reminds me that, with my move, I will no longer have to worry about being panhandled while waiting in the drive-up line at Wendy's--the good thing about moving far away from the CTA El stop!
The ganache is fucked. I'm still using it, but I am a bit sad.
It's disconcerting to realise I rarely make myself a cup of rooibos tea without saying "Rooibos!" It's a thing. And as things go, kinda lame.
There's a McDonnalds near me where I'm often panhandled while sitting and eating (which for some reason really pisses me off). Twice I've had panhandlers interrupt me and ask for money while I was placing my order.
I love the guys who panhandle at the ATM.
Dude, I'm here because I'm OUT of money... and I'm not giving you a twenty.