BSG --
I've been known to use my TiVo's power to pause and go slowly through the spoilery part of the opening credits, to tease myself a little bit with speculation about What It All Means. They're very well chosen, truly.
Could it be that A*n C******r is the bastard child of Ayn Rand and G*d?
Do swords count?
In a sense, swords ARE tire irons, with a finishing school education.
Yesterday I was at the farmer's market and a man walked by with fangs (no, really! fangs!). No costume, nothing special except the fangs. Just a little kick in the boring reality that is DC!
Could it be that A*n C******r is the bastard child of Ayn Rand and G*d?
Wouldn't that make her half-Jewish? Isn't it
convenient
that the Democratic party leaked this information only weeks before the midterm elections!
Yesterday I was at the farmer's market and a man walked by with fangs (no, really! fangs!). No costume, nothing special except the fangs. Just a little kick in the boring reality that is DC!
Hee!
(Of course, I have the little container that holds my fang caps in my purse right now, but I am one with my cliché.)
Wait--fake fangs? Or having had his incisors filed?
Or having had his incisors filed?
I really hope fake fangs, because just reading that makes me teeth hurt.
My incisors are naturally kinda pointy. Not much longer than the rest of my teeth, though. Subtlely pointy.
Once, a dentist suggested he should file them down for me. I almost ran out of his office. You can't let someone like that touch your mouth when you're under anesthesia; you'll wake up with Chiclet teeth.