Theodesia in dS:
I wonder if CKR sleeps better at night in the unconscous assurance that if something is bothering him, there's a strikeforce of tasteful women (and a few men) who are ready to take out the cause of his annoyance.
First of all, 'Posse?' Passé
Cordelia ,'Potential'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Reema - Mar 04, 2003 5:01:26 am PST #2771 of 10000
I say, Tyler, you're thinking of vampires.
Jim - Mar 04, 2003 7:48:57 am PST #2772 of 10000
Ficht nicht mit Der Raketemensch!
A lurking pal of mine, summing up his (bloody accurate) impressions of a certain thread:
I know this might be very bitchy indeed, but when did the Buffistas turn into the student union meeting from Hell?
DXMachina - Mar 04, 2003 8:38:00 am PST #2773 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Suh-nerk!!!
erikaj - Mar 04, 2003 10:03:24 am PST #2774 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Thread title! Thread title!
Theodosia - Mar 04, 2003 10:25:00 am PST #2775 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Cashmere in Natter:
my boss STILL can't find his ass with both hands. AND, he won't listen to me when I give him directions on how to find it.
Betsy HP - Mar 04, 2003 12:00:47 pm PST #2776 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
SeanK in Bitches:
I feel like I've betrayed my Anarchist upbringing.
My inner radical is lying in a corner, in his dirty Black Flag t-shirt, with his anti-globalization sign, bleeding to death from the dagger of Democracy I stuck in his liver.
Wolfram - Mar 04, 2003 12:51:40 pm PST #2777 of 10000
Visilurking
It's a poignant COMM:
DX in Sang:
Waking up... Too much partying... Too much alcohol... Stupid sun in eyes...
Lost pronouns and articles somewhere last night. Crawl out of bed and make some coffee. Sit down at desk and notice computer is already on. Penguin must have already gone on-line this morning. Browser window still open, start reading thread. Wow, there sure were a lot of posts in this one. Wonder what's up? Continue reading... And reading... And reading...
Close browser window and shut down machine. Open cabinet door under kitchen sink and coax trembling penguin out from inside. Head across the street to park with bird. Find biggest patch of dandelions available and plop down. Sigh...
Anne W. - Mar 04, 2003 1:53:38 pm PST #2778 of 10000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
scrappy, in Natter:
Matzo is like a saltine without salt. Matzo is an ine.
Betsy HP - Mar 04, 2003 2:20:12 pm PST #2779 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
Madrigal: We had eight kinds of milk, all state mandated, sold for less than a nickel each. I can't think of all the types without resorting to goat or human kindness.
Cashmere - Mar 04, 2003 2:21:41 pm PST #2780 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.