billytea:
Tinfoil, Tinfoil, give me your answer do
I'm half crazy, that's half as far as you
Our wedding'll be on the busses
But I think the biggest plus is
I'm willing to bet
That better yet
We'll be living on them too
Aimée:
Freak-Ass, Freak-Ass, Here is my answer true.
You're half crazy. Better am I, than you.
There won't be a transit wedding
Cuz if you think that I'll be letting
You touch my hand
then your true land
is Arkham Asylum. FREAK!!!!
Of Allyson, by Allyson, for us all...
1. How did Allyson get that glorious shiner?
a) Defending Fury's honor...again. b) Barfight with artemis this weekend. c) Talking smack about Justin in earshot of a Popgurl. d) Blindsided by own car door while trying to navigate side of mountain in heels and not squish breakfast banana.
2. The Loreal highlighting kit promised "cool Praline tones," yet Allyson was horrified to find her hair now has orange streaks. What should she do now?
a) Buy a teasing comb and apply for residence in a local trailer park. b) Stuff *** into acid washed stretch jeans and cruise down Sunset blasting Poison's first album. c) Buzz cuts are all the rage for women careening towards thirty. d) Hope that mixture of Prell and baking soda tones it down before some dude with a mullet and Joey Buttafucco cowbow boots proposes marraige.
3) Allyson is shopping this weekend for an outfit for the PBP. What will go best with a shiner and orange hair?
a) Prom dress with butt bow and petticoats, preferrably in metallic pink. b) LA Gear high top sneakers and a belted shirt dress. c) A meat bikini d) Duct tape, ala Wendy O. Williams, god rest her soul.
Ellen S:
It wasn't until I went to the Redneck Riviera that I realized that the ocean was something people went into willing for enjoyment instead of for purposes of Presbyterian self-mortification.
Schmoker, in Buffy:
If I could spell it, I'd call you boobalah.
In Literary:
Bronto Smackdown
Nutty: Cutest typo in a Literary thread ever. I'm sitting here imagining Jane Eyre as a giant, long-necked dinosaur bashing in the skulls of other dinosaurs to proclaim herself Queen! Queen of the primordial swamp!!
Pmoon:
Reader, I trampled him.
sarameg:
For cheering up everyone who needs it:
A bloodhound by the name of Bluebell wandered into my reasonably large officebuilding.
She was a little freaked out and tried to hide under a low keyboard table. Um.
But she calmed down and eventually they got her owners on the phone. Owner1 was walking her in the dogpark nearby and she went zzzziiiiip!
Wonder if her thought process was something like this:
Oooooh faaaaast !
t flopping ears and jowls
Ooooh! Look! Door!
I go in those!
And there is another! And another! And....
mooommmmeeeeee!