In Bitches, musing on superheroes, and why they might rip a mirror off a car....
Theodosia: Last year, some unknown person ripped off the driver side mirror on my car -- the whole assemblage was gone. We couldn't figure out if it had been done like by a passing truck or what -- we couldn't find any debris on the street nearby or underneath the car or anything -- totally gone, as though Superman had ripped it off with super-strength and flew off with it.
beth b: superman would not steal your mirror. Batman might- but he has a darker side.
Sean K: Batman would do it because he needed the mirror and the wiring. It would probably be an emergency.
Bruce Wayne would find some way to get you repaid surreptitiously - making sure you get a grant for your sculpture/cello playing/whatever, making sure you get a scholarship, making sure your neighborhood gets a new, safe playground for the kids... Something like that.
Anne W:
Do you put milk and sugar in your coffee, Deena? In that case, I could understand how Kara might develop a taste for it. If, on the other hand, she's drinking it black, I would be seriously impressed and a little bit frightened.
Noumenon:
But here I am now, slinging triple posts like I never took a month off to conquer Germany.
Steph:
Dubya keeps talking about his trip to Africa -- do you think he went there to try to get a soul?
in Bitches:
EpicTangent:This just in from a Three Musketeers wrapper:
Whipped Up. Fluffy Chocolate-on-Chocolate Taste.
Is that the porniest thing ever, or am I just spending too much time around you people?
Theodosia: There's a black Musketeer in the Three Musketeers ads now, which pleases me no end.
EpicTangent: So you're seeing more validity to the Chocolate-on-Chocolate claims then?
Victor, sans context.
VIOLATE THE FIRSTBORN!!!! VIOLATE, I SAY!!!
Steph in Bitches:
Dubya keeps talking about his trip to Africa -- do you think he went there to try to get a soul?
Beth: why don't you like "homemaker"?
DebG: "Hi, I'm the Little Woman. My primary function in life is to Make A Nice Home for my husband and three point two Perfect Darling Children: Rooty, Tooty, Biff and (pats tummy with a self-deprecating smile) my little Unborn Treasure, Winklepot. Whoops - you breathed on my coffee table! (scurries off to get Lysol)"
From Spoilers, where the snark flows like fresh spring water, and context is for pussies.
Allyson
ASSCAPS are exhausting. Rio must be in some sort of hellacious cardio program.
Michele T.
Yoga, dude. It's tremendously strengthening.