I know, world in peril and we have to work together. This is my last office romance, I'll tell you that.

Buffy ,'End of Days'


Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People  

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.


sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 4:49:21 pm PDT #4265 of 10001

I'll eat your bread, but you couldn't pay me to eat the sushi. So I'm a good gamble!


Consuela - Oct 18, 2006 4:55:17 pm PDT #4266 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

I would totally eat the sushi for you, Sarameg.


Jesse - Oct 18, 2006 5:02:30 pm PDT #4267 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I will eat sarameg's sushi in exchange for her doing my dishes! Everyone wins!


sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 5:09:08 pm PDT #4268 of 10001

I require pay for dishes. Maybe bread. So y'all arrange it.

(and Jesse, you totally fouled up doing your dishes before I was in town. Missed out!)


Jesse - Oct 18, 2006 5:10:35 pm PDT #4269 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Dammit.


sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 5:17:06 pm PDT #4270 of 10001

MWAH.


Jesse - Oct 18, 2006 5:18:17 pm PDT #4271 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

{{{}}}


sarameg - Oct 18, 2006 5:19:29 pm PDT #4272 of 10001

Oooh, that reminds me....I never got revenge for ita hugging me for you. Or something like that. It's been awhile.


Allyson - Oct 18, 2006 5:32:13 pm PDT #4273 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Do I look like a gambling girl?

I know for a fact that she will make cookies in exchange for support. Yummy yummy cookies.


DavidS - Oct 18, 2006 5:36:56 pm PDT #4274 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Blech. I think I'm getting sick. My skin's got that sandpapered feeling and my stomach's been churning and I've got a slight fever of 99.3.

I am isolating myself from mother and child.

I never had nuclear nightmares. I read a lot of post-apocalyptic fiction growing up and the world always looked more interesting after the bombs, what with the telepathic animals and whatnot.

Reagan didn't come into power until I was in college and somewhat immune to his fear-mongering.

Maybe some soup. I wish had some french onion. Probably have to settle for ramen or chicken noodle.