NBC should run a marathon of this season so I can catch up.
They've been running a bunch at a time on Thursdays, but showed the finale last night, so I don't know what's going to happen next.
Often in my group, someone not the birthday person sends out the "hey let's go out for x's birthday" email. Not really throwing a party, but as close as we get.
Jim Halpert is a better imaginary boyfriend than Lloyd Dobler.
But can he hold a candle (or an AK47) to Martin Blank?
I'm with -t on shanghai as a verb. It's got precious little do with the Chinese, except as the destination of the kidnapping ships. It's not even as if the kidnappees were left there.
Fuck. Just got an eBay dress, tried it on, looked and fit great. Or so I thought. Tore it taking it off. Hulklike, right down the back. I have no idea how I could have lessened the strain on it either. I mean, it went on fine! Physics hates me. I'm going to set up my fan and take a nap.
Jim Halpert is who again?
It's got precious little do with the Chinese, except as the destination of the kidnapping ships. It's not even as if the kidnappees were left there.
Yeah, I had no idea.
Jim Halpert is who again?
From the US Office which you refuse to watch.
But can he hold a candle (or an AK47) to Martin Blank?
I don't know, because I don't know who Martin Blank is.
I don't know, because I don't know who Martin Blank is.
If you haven't seen
Grosse Pointe Blank
you need to recuse yourself. Because he just wins. He's Lloyd Dobler, all grown up, and with a gun. Or seven.
I kinda saw part of the casino night thing last night or whenever. those people make me hurt. I want to yell at them all and tell them to be normal.
I DEMAND sympathy for my ripped dress.
Or at least distract me while I get back on with Dell support, who gave me a bogus e-mail address yesterday.
ita, I am sorry you are apparently the Hulk. Some of us just rip out of clothes due to cookies.