Bunnies frighten me.

Anya ,'Help'


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.


bon bon - Apr 13, 2006 9:29:42 am PDT #866 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Dude. He started with a freaking paper clip.

I've seen that guy before. But that house is a dump in, IIRC, a bad neighborhood.

Speaking of dumps in bad neighborhoods, I just booked a short vacation next week to Cancun! I realized Monday night that I can take next week off for the first time in forevah and now I've gotten all the approvals and picked a hotel and everything. Yay! I am superexcited.


§ ita § - Apr 13, 2006 9:29:45 am PDT #867 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

They're not fabric fabric - they're a cotton knit and it feels like wearing t-shirt pants,

But they don't have to be gauchos to be made of this fabric, see? Liberate yourself.


erikaj - Apr 13, 2006 9:29:46 am PDT #868 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!

Gentrifying neighborhood...the only thing I've got that would be equivalent would leave me feeling a bit less than a lady, after. And those places downtown? Tiny.


tommyrot - Apr 13, 2006 9:29:55 am PDT #869 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I like the assumption that while you may have committed crimes against humanity, you wouldn't lie about it on your application.

What if you're an evil supervillain type who has the pathological inability to lie?


Jessica - Apr 13, 2006 9:31:33 am PDT #870 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

What if you're an evil supervillain type who has the pathological inability to lie?

Truth! My one weakness!


Sue - Apr 13, 2006 9:32:14 am PDT #871 of 10002
hip deep in pie

My sister, who's a bit kooky, just called to say that she's marrying her Brazilian boyfriend next week. She's known him all of two months.

Freaky. I hope he's a Brazillionaire.


erikaj - Apr 13, 2006 9:32:17 am PDT #872 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!

Your son Scott Evil gets you busted anyway.


Aims - Apr 13, 2006 9:32:27 am PDT #873 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

But they don't have to be gauchos to be made of this fabric, see? Liberate yourself.

Nah. I like living in the confines of capri pants = the OTP.

They have "long" gauchos in the same fabric that I am also wanting: [link]


Nora Deirdre - Apr 13, 2006 9:32:58 am PDT #874 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

In news relating to EAT IT! I have discovered a new variation of the phrase, in one of Miss Alli's excellent TAR recaps:

There's something to be said for that feeling when you watch someone you're swoony about do something he's good at: "That's right, bitches. Going home with me! Snack on it!"

I am totally going to start saying "Snack on it!" all the time now. Also, I love the sentiment in this particular context SO MUCH.


§ ita § - Apr 13, 2006 9:34:07 am PDT #875 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

They have "long" gauchos in the same fabric that I am also wanting: [link]

Those aren't long gauchos. Those are palazzo pants. Which I will let continue to exist when I come to power.