Random:
I was walking through the Nature Mart parking lot on my way to the liquor store to get a couple of cans of Diet Dr. Pepper, when an old hippie lady in a beat-up pickup truck pulled up next to me and hollered, "GREAT HAIR! LOVE THE COLOR! FAR OUT!"
She actually said, "Far out."
Aww, man! That's kind of sweet in a 1969 way.
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Heh.
That's better than the facilities guy who told me to stop smiling this morning because it was too hot already. I'm not sure if it was a compliment or not.
I'll speak on the record as saying funeral directors KNOW how to party. Really, they do. Although the ones I've met--not nearly that HAWT.
I'll speak on the record as saying funeral directors KNOW how to party.
And they
always
get to drive in the carpool lane.
Why, Plei? Why?
I saw it and thought of ita?
So, I caught an episode of Eureka, tonight. I think I like it. Even better, it was on after two episodes of Dead Like Me, which I didn't catch the first time around. Tuesday nights could be interesting, again.
it really could not be more disgusting out.