I admit--I did imbibe. But not until I'd moved away, I promise.
Wash ,'War Stories'
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.
YOU GAVE IN AFTER THE THREAT HAD PASSED! Hereti...Idola.. BAD TASTE!
Ailleann, you, you I find of dubious taste. GRAVYEATER!
Random I meant to post last post: Mister Kitty is being fucking cute. Sitting next to me posting, showing me his shaved belly, giving me guiltmaking looks. OK the last part isn't so cute. More just cat. er, and killing a baby spoon and a OJ carton seal.
YOU GAVE IN AFTER THE THREAT HAD PASSED! Hereti...Idola.. BAD TASTE!
I needed to gather intelligence.
Hey, I taste beer once a year just to make sure it still tastes nast. I need to quit the Jagermeister checks, though.
Dude, beer ALWAYS tastes gross. One trip to a Soviet beer factory did it. Never tempted since.
It's just a little snicker. Just a wee one, I swear.
I... but I... Eh, it's a fair cop.
Geldof's last album is really good, though! He's all bitter and stuff! Understandably.
Mmm, beer.
Awwww. My aim is true. I'm so glad I get to hear Elvis Costello to croon my name.
The Alias Victor Garber bicycle is darling. It's sort of an old fashioned pewter color, with a SPYDADDY plate on the back.
Whee bike!
sarameg, I even usually ask for extra gravy. Because they don't give me enough gravy. MMM GRAVY.
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I also agree about beer = nast. Just out of highschool, I worked in a drivethru. The handle on a 24 pack of Bud bottles broke as I was pulling it out of the cooler, and half of them shattered in the drivethru. In 90 degree heat. It STANK. Haunts me still.
Allyson! When is your deadline? I was waiting to send you stuff after you were done, because I thought that tempting (I hope) distractions were the last thing you needed, and it would be a nice reward if I was clever enough to time it right. Which I'm probably not, but it's nice to pretend. So I keep meaning to ask and then thinking I should know, but I don't, because I suck.