Except for high-end con artists, who as we all know from the movies are both smart and cool.
AND FUCKING HAWT!
Monty: Whaddya mean she ain't my wife? Mal: She ain't your wife... cause she's married to me.
'Trash'
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.
Aims - Aug 01, 2006 10:08:34 am PDT #9742 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Sean K - Aug 01, 2006 10:08:53 am PDT #9743 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Except for high-end con artists, who as we all know from the movies are both smart and cool.
Of course, but that's why they never get caught!
brenda m - Aug 01, 2006 10:16:43 am PDT #9744 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Erika must not be around, so I'll step up. Crime makes you stupid.
Jesse - Aug 01, 2006 10:20:21 am PDT #9745 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Except for high-end con artists, who as we all know from the movies are both smart and cool.
High-end burglars as well.
-t - Aug 01, 2006 10:21:55 am PDT #9746 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I am now so in the mood to watch My Name is Earl.
JZ - Aug 01, 2006 10:22:54 am PDT #9747 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
(x-post with brenda) Heh. This whole "crime makes you stupid" riff is totally going to send erika to her happy place.
Except for high-end con artists, who as we all know from the movies are both smart and cool.
Of course, but that's why they never get caught!
I just finished reading The Big Con, a terrific book about large and small grifts and cons from shortly after the Civil War through the Prohibition era (and a major inspiration for the film The Sting), and it's full of stories of amazing, dazzlingly complex and sophisticated cons told to the author years or even decades later by one of the last two or three surviving participants in the cons, once it was finally, finally safe to tell the stories. They were all so pleased with themselves and so much enjoying telling their tales; it must've just killed them to keep silent all those years before.
Tom Scola - Aug 01, 2006 10:27:59 am PDT #9748 of 10002
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
Aaarrrgh.
Big fuckups at work in my department, some of which I've had a small hand in. My boss and my boss's boss have both said that they're worried about their jobs.
victor infante - Aug 01, 2006 10:28:09 am PDT #9749 of 10002
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Hey, is Victor around, or anyone else who can talk to me about Worcester? I'm trying to figure out the best way to get from NYC to Worcester. It's for work, so they would pay for a plane + car service, but that just seems so fucking stupid. It seems that I can't take the train, since I have to be there for noon and it seems like there's only a train that gets in at 1pm. Thoughts?
Edit: Maybe Amtrak to the commuter rail. Hmm.
Plane and car might be the best way to go, actually, if the train schedule's that screwy. Would this be a weekday? I'd swear there's something earlier, although Lea had problems dealing with the train, too.
Drop me an e-mail at ocvictor2002@yahoo.com.
brenda m - Aug 01, 2006 10:29:14 am PDT #9750 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Yeouch, Tom. Hope it blows over quickly.
Calli - Aug 01, 2006 10:29:23 am PDT #9751 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I had a friend who worked in a stop & rob in Virginia. At the time (don't know about now) you couldn't buy alcoholic beverages on Sunday morning. Well, someone came in on a Sunday morning, grabbed a six pack of beer out of the fridge case, put it on the checkout counter, and put his driver's license next to it. My friend told him that she couldn't sell him the beer due to VA blue laws. So the guy grabbed the six-pack and ran off. When the cops arrived and asked for a description, she handed them the license and said, "He looks a lot like this."