I DIDN'T TOUCH ITA!!!
I want to live.
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.
I DIDN'T TOUCH ITA!!!
I want to live.
I don't do jello. I'll be out here with the ordnance.
I mean, as soon as I wake up. Off to bed. Don't get into any trouble!
Don't get into any trouble!
Too bloody late, I'm afraid.
I'll be over in the corner with Hec being freaked about backwards über-fast light.
Joining that corner. Holy hell.
More of that 'surviving' business, please.
Yes, please, itabobita.
Gronk. Of course, the one morning when I have a ton of shit to do beforee work I oversleep. Feh.
How the hell are there more than 200 new Bitches posts since I went to bed last night?
How the hell are there more than 200 new Bitches posts since I went to bed last night?
Just your typical insulting of varioius nationalities and threats of jello wrestling.
At least that's how far I've gotten....
Heh. Pete last night:
Sometime tomorrow morning, the East Coast Bitches will rise, check the boards and be heard to utter "Holy shit, what went down? There's 200 new posts!".
Need to pack. Need to do dishes. Need to walk dog. Am not making progress on anything.
Spamming the thread.
Sometimes I really love my dad. He was just suggesting that every time you miss a call or accidentally delete a message, we should all start calling Homeland Security and asking who it was.
I just got spam from 'Marquis.' My first reaction was, "So, one of my cars has email now?"
ION, that stupid storm is still stalled right over Chicago. Looks like it's gonna rain every day until I leave for SF.