Madrigal with dating tips in Bitches...
Discovery of the weekend: If you're looking for a way to completely weird out a guy you just met a party, try doing the Charleston to "Blister in the Sun" with another friend.
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Madrigal with dating tips in Bitches...
Discovery of the weekend: If you're looking for a way to completely weird out a guy you just met a party, try doing the Charleston to "Blister in the Sun" with another friend.
erikaj in Fan Fiction, on a Mary Sue:
After that, I had to stop reading, but I'm sure she sings like Kathleen Battle and can talk to her dog.
Making the best of board's wonkiness:
Liese: But meanwhile, it's like gambling! Will I get a page header? error message? full text? Will my post go through or not? I could be the big big winner!
Kristen : It also takes numberslutting to a whole new level of fun and excitement. Will I get the number? Will anyone get the number? Will this thread say that it has 97 new posts when in reality it only has three?
Cindy sets 'em up, and just when I think I'm knocking 'em out, DXM comes in for the kill.
CINDY: WHICH OF THE SOMERVILLAINS TOLD YOU ABOUT MY EARS!!!!
VICTOR: Wasn't me, because I haven't met you. Actually, I'm convinced you're an elaborate hoax being perpetrated on me by Nutty, DXM and Tom Warren, and don't exist at all.
CINDY: WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT THE ELABORATE HOAX?
DXM: The funny thing about this? Victor is totally the fictional construction of three small furry evil aliens posing as ferrets... t thwap!!
This is Victor's ferrets. Pay no attention to DX. He had to, er, step away from the computer for a second because he was telling scurrilous mistruths about our puppet master.
aurelia:
A chicago millionaire (or zillionaire, who knows?) throws himself a birthday party each year inviting 600 of his closest friends. Several people I know worked on the setup of the stage, set and lighting which took over a week to put together. The estimated cost of this party? Around $5 million. Among the performers: Redmoon Theatre Co., a bunch of bodypainted naked people, and ...ELTON JOHN! Dude. I'll probably just watch the season premiere of 24 on my birthday.
From Natter:
billytea's assessment of Dubya's UN Address:
Do I have this right? Is he basically saying that all the countries who thought it was a dreadful idea to begin with, should now stump up their own cash and troops to get the US out of the hole it's in, while refusing to give up any authority and telling them all they were poopy-heads for opposing it in the first place?
DXMachina:
Yup, except he's not quite that erudite.
From Natter:
Sue:
I don't know what C++ is really
Steph:
I think it's just a step below a B-.
BT, again on Dubya:
Well, at least he's avoiding his dad's mistake of mastering foreign policy while neglecting the home front.
It's funny, but it's sad, yanno?
Deb, in Bitches:
Those marriage vows? There was nothing in there about lunch.
Madrigal, in Bitches
Maybe all these health warnings are what's really causing the declining birth rate in first world countries. Women are seeing reports that while pregnant they can't smoke, drink, eat sushi, brie, feta, change the litterbox, etc. and decide - screw procreating, I'm getting a cat.