Bollocks can never be too paranoid. And alert.
Fred: It's the pictures in my mind that are getting me. It's like being stuck in a really bad movie with those Clockwork Orange clampy things on my eyeballs. Wesley: Why imagine? Reality's disturbing enough.
'Shells'
F2F 4: Too Much Candy, Never Enough Mojitos.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
Pete, Husband of Jilli - May 29, 2006 9:34:46 pm PDT #2209 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Fay - May 29, 2006 9:38:26 pm PDT #2210 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
My dreams are perfectly innocent, I'll have you know! Although occasionally disconcerting, as in one where Margaret Thatcher gatecrashed my trip to the Alexandrian Catacombs and yelled at us a lot, and then she snogged Mr Mubarak, with whom I was visiting said Catacombs. That was a very scary dream. More of a nightmare, really.
...I may have exaggerated my accidental forwardness a trifle, inasmuch as it was more a case of 'Here is your red wrap thing, which you left on the back of the chair, you silly tart', and in my sheepish haste to don the lovely wrap thing, I accidentally poked some unspecified part of your nether Petedom, for which you chastised me. I do hope it was just a bit of manly thigh, but at the time I was entirely mortified by the combination of feckless beloved-clothing-abandomnment AND inadvertent gropage of host.
Er. And recounting this is actually more embarrassing than the incident itself. Who knew that was possible?
Cass - May 29, 2006 9:38:55 pm PDT #2211 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Never mind the bollocks?
::flees::
Pete, Husband of Jilli - May 29, 2006 9:41:44 pm PDT #2212 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Er. And recounting this is actually more embarrassing than the incident itself. Who knew that was possible?
Well, the incident (which I remember now) was more fleeting than your description, so the description is bound to win the embarrassment factor. Go you.
As for which part of my anatomy... a gentleman never tells. Ooh-er.
billytea - May 29, 2006 11:07:09 pm PDT #2213 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Bollocks can never be too paranoid. And alert.
As the saying goes, the price of swinging comfortably in the breeze is eternal vigilance.
Hitting cinemas this summer -- Pete's left bollock IS Sentinel!!
As opposed to simply "Hitting cinemas this summer -- Pete's left bollock".)
Fay - May 29, 2006 11:17:20 pm PDT #2214 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Just the left one?
...I'm coming perilously close to saying that surely together, they fight crime.
billytea - May 29, 2006 11:23:14 pm PDT #2215 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
...I'm coming perilously close to saying that surely together, they fight crime.
No, no, the right one is his nemesis. After all, there'd be little point in designating his left testicle as a superhero unless his scrotum were a hotbed of criminal activity. No, the rightie is Moriarty to the leftie's Sherlock Holmes. Dr Octopus to its Spiderman. La-La to its Po.
Fay - May 29, 2006 11:37:28 pm PDT #2216 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
La-La was the evil one? I should have guessed!
Jessica - May 30, 2006 4:36:52 am PDT #2217 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
No pictures of me, either, for some odd reason...
So says Little Miss "No pictures! No pictures!"...
This was your daily Loom sponsored by Loomycakes.
SO adorable.
Lee - May 30, 2006 5:22:26 am PDT #2218 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
No pictures of me, either, for some odd reason...
So says Little Miss "No pictures! No pictures!"...
I was wondering when someone would pick up on that...