This conversation does not relate to me! Subway taxicab bus walking! There, that's more like it!
'Bring On The Night'
The Crying of Natter 49
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.
Gateway meat. Heh.
I got to sink the cleaver into the pig's skull a couple time. Interesting what krav people think is excessive behaviour.
It would take me a little bit to psych myself up to it, but I can see where that would something I'd like to try.
Once I went into my biology class in high school, and on the floor was a colt that had died at the fairgrounds during the night. All biology classes were cancelled in favor of study hall for the squeamish or a hands-on dissection seminar with a fresh subject. I was taken aback by the blood and bits all over the floor (and I wondered what the janitors made of it), but I stayed to participate.
whitefonted for the sensitive.
Bon, instead of bumperstickers, you have Torn Earlobe? See Dr. Zizmor.
Same diff.
Anyone have any idea what would pair well with pear (Heh) vodka besides Cranberry?
I would think that sparkling water or club soda would be verra tasty. Or Limonata. For some reason, I think carbonation is for the win in this case.
Hmmm... maybe I should put a vintage bumper sticker on my Lincoln. "Nixon in '60"?
Did they have bumper stickers back then?
30 Days of Pork, day 18. Oh, god, do I ever want that sandwich. Fuck.
I didn't know that you recognized the concept!
Me, I thought sinking the cleaver into the pig's skull was perfectly reasonable. Didn't go as deep in as easily as I'd have thought--I wonder how much the cooking process affects the consistency of the bone.
Eureka! I have found an interview outfit for tomorrow. It's vintage, so I hope it's not too too, but it's the most sober/businessy I'm gonna get with this ass.
See and I think tart is the key.
ETA: To mixing pear vodka, not ita's interview outfit.
This conversation does not relate to me! Subway taxicab bus walking! There, that's more like it!
You could put political pins on your backpack. If you were a dirty hippie, I mean.
Bon, instead of bumperstickers, you have Torn Earlobe? See Dr. Zizmor.
Ha! That seems to be less of an issue now. Either because Dr. Zizmor got new laser resurfacing equipment, or because doorknocker earrings went out of style.
Didn't go as deep in as easily as I'd have thought--I wonder how much the cooking process affects the consistency of the bone.I think of cooking as a bone softening thing. I realize I have nothing to back this up with at all now. Cites, people, I need facts and cites. Or a couple of pig skulls.
Bon, instead of bumperstickers, you have Torn Earlobe? See Dr. Zizmor.
That's right! Dr. Zizmor, 1-800-Immigration, 1-800-Divorce, See Something Say Something....doesn't quite have the same ring. The most significant subway-ad-related happening in my life was when Interboro college had ads where "students" expressed their hopes and dreams. One of these students was supposedly named "Cesar Feldshook."* Well, it just so happens that a good friend's married name is "Genie Cesar-Feldshook" and we took pictures and laughed and laughed and she is known as Dr. Interboro to this day.
*Part of this name has been changed, but it was that random.