Picturing your spouse like "Who's the crazy blonde yelling "Sweargin!" wearing the pink shirt?" And you'd just have to be like "it's one of our things," Ah, fandom...
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vowed to come back some other time when I could make that meeting happen.
Definite, my man.
Ah, fandom...
So true. In fact, I did the "hang dei" thing to a co-worker last week, who looked at me as if I'd lost my freakin' mind.
Wait, who's the crazy blonde? Me?
(edit - 'cause I'm brown-headed)
No, bunk, in our meeting I'll be the crazy blonde. Probably. But I'm more than half a smart cunt at least.(And I've just given my mama a headache remotely. I was taught never to use that particular phrase, ever.) My mom still has trouble calling Big Pussy Big Pussy even though only his mom and the FBI ever called him Sal. ETA: Who was Snoop again? One of Omar's Triggerwomen, right?
One of Omar's Triggerwomen, right?
Yeah, the sleepy-eyed girl who lied about her shooting skills.
Sometimes I still get the street folks confused, though I'd hesitate to post that anywhere but here, lest I look like one of those "Eek! Negroes!" channel-changers Simon bitches about. But y'all know it's not really about that, right? Not consciously anyway. Not many of 'em use their real names and shit. Which is frustrating because irl the most common street name, per Simon and Burns, is "Black". Old school po-lice used to know East Side Black and West Side Black, but it's a different game now.
t subscibes to this thread like a motherfucker with Two Mommies
Hey, bunk. "You didn't come here to hunt, did you?" Two more days! Woo Hoo...I "Believe", bet your ass. All my pathetic letters worked. Not sure I get the Sapphic connection, beyond our girl Kima, of course.Who is the toughest chick I know who's not ita.
Damn. Can erikaj do, like, fractal posts, or what?
One looks forward to Sunday, yes. One reminds oneself that it is a show rendered by humans, so one's expectations must be aligned with what is possible for humans within forty-some minutes.
Like the best sex of your entire young life!
Disclosure: Through my [link] thing, I have become aware that at least one The Wire writer is monitoring this thread, like a '40's playwright camping out by the newsstand for the NYT reviews to be flopped off a truck in the wee hours.
Eventually, we will lure him/her into posting. Because we are evil that way.