refrained from smacking the girl upside the head, because these gracious mature ladies would never do such a thing.

This gracious and mature lady would never smack someone upside the head. Rapping the idiot's knuckles with the sandalwood fan your sister gave me as a wedding present, or soundly boxing the idiot's ears, is so much more refined and elegant.

eta:

No, love. Your marriage didn't work because no one froze Z before his sell-by date and he went bad.

BWAH!

And yet I still know all the lyrics to Mr. Mister songs.

Somebody has to.

Eh. Not so much.

Wrod - more along the lines of "better you than me."

No, love. Your marriage didn't work because no one froze Z before his sell-by date and he went bad.

That's what that smell was!

I graduated high school in 1985. Enuf said.

Man, you guys are old.

Wench

I was in 5th grade in 1985!!

You too!

In 1985 I was six.

SUPER WENCH

(class of 83)

Right now, I'm trying to figure out where I should go for my 40th birthday next year.

San Francisco!!!!

Duh.

No, love. Your marriage didn't work because no one froze Z before his sell-by date and he went bad.

I don't think he was ever ripe.

God, I'm that thing in the salad bar they have to squirt with water, then. I don't know about Murrow's ghost, but Keith Olbermann, who likes carrots, was pretty pissed about OJ yesterday and said Regan's name like she was going to the principal's office. 12 in 1985.

No, love. Your marriage didn't work because no one froze Z before his sell-by date and he went bad.

Oatmeal. On. Monitor.

Can I have a cookie?

stuffs oatmeal through computer

(class of 83)

Okay, Class of 1985. Raise your hand if you had a crush on someone in Lee's class (not including Lee, because duh).

Oatmeal. On. Monitor.

Hee.

I was graduating college in 1985. Wah. I would like to be made of those time-traveling photons and go back to then and try this shit again. Do-over!

Never wore teal jeans, but I would've if I'd had 'em.

I married someone from Lee's class. I win!