Oatmeal cookies are not oatmeal. They're cookies!
contentedly chews on the bit of Nestle's crunch bar back in Hec's direction and contemplates another bit to go with the diet Coke
::schedules connie's angioplasty for next Tuesday. Loads the hypo dart gun and pulls her address up on Google Maps.::
Cheerios:
Molly Ivins on the state of laws against sex toys in Texas. [link] Hilarious, but not safe for work, unless you work at a Pleasure Emporium. (Clicking the link is pretty safe, running the video is not.)
You'd climb into Han Solo's carcass? Ew.
I doubt there'd be enough room inside Han Solo for me, but if I had to gut him and wear him like a flesh suit to survive...
I doubt there'd be enough room inside Han Solo for me, but if I had to gut him and wear him like a flesh suit to survive...
Wouldn't it be better to start with the Wookie?
You could gut Han and wear him like a flesh suit, and then gut a Wookie and wear it like a flesh coat. Or a fur coat.
If it was really cold.
They're cookies!
Cookies made of oatmeal. Not that I'm disputing your judgement, my instinct is the same and I will have to look elsewhere for cookie eating validation. Eta: Frank knows!
This post is not coming from inside a carcass.
Molly Ivins on the state of laws against sex toys in Texas.
"Whereas, if you have five or fewer [dildos], you are merely a hobbyist."
LOVE!
Um, not to get all gross, but there's a lot of rendering of Han Solo's carcass you'd have to do to make a flesh suit out of him. Like, take out all his bones, or skin him in sections, tan the hide, and sew it back together into a Han Solo leather jumpsuit. (Which would be kind of cool!! But labor-intensive, especially in arctic cold.) Wouldn't it be easier to just wear his clothes?
And maybe use his carcass as a bracing wall for the igloo you're building, or something.