My 30th birthday I got dolled up in red leather pants and made out with random people on the dancefloor. It didn't suck.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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.
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(You know, I'll have to check the rule book to be sure, but I don't think nice people are supposed to say duh)
My 30th birthday I got dolled up in red leather pants and made out with random people on the dancefloor. It didn't suck.
What's a random person? Two-Face?
Satan Slut!
Perkins, only the really nice people have the nice rule book, so you wouldn't know.
Oh, here's something kind of funny: My father won a prize at a Christine Lavin concert the other night thanks to being able to spell Ursprache.
Satan Slut!
Aww. Two days too early for the double whammy.
This just in: my mobile phone doesn't recognise 'whammy'. It doesn't even recognise 'wham'. Does this mean I can never rely on it to wake me up before I go go?
Aaaaannndd, it is raining again.
My father won a prize at a Christine Lavin concert the other night thanks to being able to spell Ursprache.
My favorite singer and spelling. What a wonderful evening! I've only been to one of her concerts, but I can just see her having such a contest too. We got fingernails painted with sparkly polish, free books and essays (if you promised to leave a note inside and pass it on), and she twirled batons with glow sticks in the dark. I hope your dad had as much fun!
Life without Jeremy Piven would be colourless and grey.
On my thirtieth, they revoked Prohibition.
Okay, that is an exagerration. Michelle Pfeiffer was an unknown. America had never been at war in an Arabic country.
Gawd, I'm old.