the bosser.
I walk. I talk. I shop, I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out. And I don't sleep on a bed of bones.
Buffy ,'Chosen'
The Minearverse 5: Closer to the Earth, Further from the Ax
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
msbelle - Feb 02, 2007 7:48:32 am PST #3914 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
joe boucher - Feb 02, 2007 7:52:55 am PST #3915 of 10001
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine
DavidS - Feb 02, 2007 7:55:23 am PST #3916 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I love The Idler. (The magazine. Though I also have the fondness for Sue and her idle ways.)
Sue - Feb 02, 2007 7:59:51 am PST #3917 of 10001
hip deep in pie
There used to be a pub in toronto and an associated literary mag called The Idler. The pub might still be there, but the mag has folded.
tommyrot - Feb 02, 2007 8:02:11 am PST #3918 of 10001
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 once had to replace the idler in my car.
OK, it was the idler arm.
shrift - Feb 02, 2007 8:47:08 am PST #3919 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I've been to a bar called The Idler. The stairs there are tricky, man, and you gotta watch out for the SHITs.
joe boucher - Feb 02, 2007 8:50:21 am PST #3920 of 10001
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine
and you gotta watch out for the SHITs.
Bad beer? Really spicy wings? Ex-Lax martinis?
tommyrot - Feb 02, 2007 8:52:09 am PST #3921 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Leaky toilet above the stairs?
shrift - Feb 02, 2007 8:54:44 am PST #3922 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
South Haven Iced Tea.
It's a hurricane glass of We've Come For Your Liver.
Daisy Jane - Feb 02, 2007 9:15:23 am PST #3923 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It's a hurricane glass of We've Come For Your Liver.
There's a place back home that serves this with Cayenne pepper rimming the glass. It's called Tiger (as in LSU) tea.