Ok. The $12.75 emergency baster just turned into a $300 order.
Can't press send. Can't press send.
Mal: Then I call it a win. What's the problem? Inara: Should I start with the part where you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, or the part where you have no clothes?
'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
vw bug - Sep 06, 2006 1:18:24 pm PDT #2048 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
Laura - Sep 06, 2006 1:18:44 pm PDT #2049 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Yes, welcome jubsews!
§ ita § - Sep 06, 2006 1:18:58 pm PDT #2050 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Just talked to mom. She's had a baster emergency (dad melted it. Bad dad! No cookie!)
It's very interesting where and how words/concepts/objects/songs enter into someone's consciousness. I know my mother has used a baster on poultry since I was a wee thing--I can visualise it clearly now. But the first time I thought baster was in response to a joking insemination context, and I can't let loose from that.
It makes reading some stuff a little different.
Topic!Cindy - Sep 06, 2006 1:19:19 pm PDT #2051 of 10000
What is even happening?
vw, don't press send. You've got that whole financial deal with your folks, and you don't want to be deadass broke. I bet you have plenty of equipment to complete most of the tasks you want to complete, plus Christmas is coming. Please don't press send.
amych - Sep 06, 2006 1:19:35 pm PDT #2052 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Don't press send. Put it into a wishlist instead.
Topic!Cindy - Sep 06, 2006 1:20:32 pm PDT #2053 of 10000
What is even happening?
ita, I went there too, even though I first knew of the baster for its cooking purpose. Then I bleached my brain, because this is vw's mother, and I'm mad at my brain.
vw bug - Sep 06, 2006 1:20:46 pm PDT #2054 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
No, Cindy. So not stupid.
I called 911 once when I thought I heard something outside and it ended up being a branch or something sliding down my awning. The super nice police officer told me he loves false alarms, much better than an actual crisis.
Oh, dear. Have I ever told the I Love Lucy 911 story?
P.M. Marc - Sep 06, 2006 1:20:55 pm PDT #2055 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Don't press send.
What amych said.
I'd have a cleaning person in a heartbeat if I could afford it. Just once every two weeks or once a month, to do the deep-cleaning stuff I dislike doing. I don't mind picking up or vacuuming or doing the dishes, it's the shower-scrubbing and whatnot that bugs.
Dude, I love the deep scrubs, hate the picking up and dishes! Marry me!
Laura - Sep 06, 2006 1:21:19 pm PDT #2056 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Ok. The $12.75 emergency baster just turned into a $300 order.
Only press send if you are ordering my Christmas prezzies.
Step away from the Send button!
Beverly - Sep 06, 2006 1:21:42 pm PDT #2057 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Step away from the kitchen porn, vw.
Stoopit Aimee's OB.
Laura, that moose photo is awesome. The Northern Exposure theme started up in my head the minute I saw it.
Good Toto!