Guy waiting in dentist's office next door leaps over kid's head
"Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy..."
Police procedure has changed since I was little.
Wash ,'The Message'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
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.
Aims - Dec 14, 2006 11:09:00 am PST #6299 of 10007
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Ailleann - Dec 14, 2006 11:16:49 am PST #6300 of 10007
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Kid: "Candy! I'll cut you, I swear. CANDY!!!!"
BWAH!
Connie Neil - Dec 14, 2006 11:17:16 am PST #6301 of 10007
brillig
I love my mentor. we're discussing a stubborn problem, and I say over IM: "What if that doesn't work? Go to Florida and kick him?" And my mentor says, "No, you can't go, hire a kickman."
"Yo, Vinnie! We got a call! We're headin' over to Sarasota to kick a guy!"
Jesse - Dec 14, 2006 11:17:54 am PST #6302 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Man, if I hadn't already had "I Want Candy" in my head, that would have done it for sure.
Steph L. - Dec 14, 2006 11:18:36 am PST #6303 of 10007
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Guy waiting in dentist's office next door leaps over kid's head
"Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy..."
I admit, I have candy on the brain, because I have everything for my Secret Santa and just need to stop at Trader Joe's on the way home to get some candycandycandy (and their version of Oreos -- Trader Jo-Jos -- that have peppermint cream filling) and I can send out the package.
Dana - Dec 14, 2006 11:20:47 am PST #6304 of 10007
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
I had half of an eggnog shake from Jack in the Box. It almost negated all of my angst from the trip I had to make to the post office.
brenda m - Dec 14, 2006 11:21:11 am PST #6305 of 10007
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I so want a kickman at my beck and call.
brenda m - Dec 14, 2006 11:22:23 am PST #6306 of 10007
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
But the printers just sent me wine. That'll do. For now.
sarameg - Dec 14, 2006 11:23:51 am PST #6307 of 10007
It almost negated all of my angst from the trip I had to make to the post office.
I didn't get angst from my trip to the post office. I got distain. There were these feeelthy hipster late teen boys. Why can't they wash their hair? Why are their jeans so tight as to make blobs of flesh ooze over the waist when these are rail thin boys? When was the last time he washed that jacket? Can't they even try to look like they don't smell?
§ ita § - Dec 14, 2006 11:25:20 am PST #6308 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Why are their jeans so tight as to make blobs of flesh ooze over the waist when these are rail thin boys?
To average out the guys whose waistbands are nearer their knees than their hips.