Fruitcake, and meatloaf and corned beef and cabbage
There's a "My Favorite Things" filk waiting to be written.
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Fruitcake, and meatloaf and corned beef and cabbage
There's a "My Favorite Things" filk waiting to be written.
There's a "My Favorite Things" filk waiting to be written.
Looks like a Sound of Music/Oliver! crossover to me.
Typo Boy in Natter:
And talking of food - just had a very fun sedar. The hostess decided that Elijah was probably sick of all the wine and put out a glass of whiskey for him instead. Shortly after midnight, she saw that he still hadn't touched any, and gulped it down. "You had your chance, sucker" she proclaimed.
Kat in the Minear and Crafts thread:
At my yarn store today, I was talking to the owner. I mentioned Lori and she said, "Oh you're a lesbian! I've always wanted a lesbian friend" which was endearing at the time and is still cute. Then she said, "Wow. you're so trendy. You're a lesbian. You knit. You have pink hair."
I said, "Yep. And I occasionally do yoga too."
That's me, Ms. Hipster.
I liked Plei's follow-up retort:
Excuse me, but don't you mean Mrs. Hipster?
In F2F:
JohnSweden:
How crazy are we talking here? Axe-murdering crazy or wearing ND's underpants on your head crazy?
NoiseDesign:
I'm planning on wearing kilts pretty much all weekend. You fill in the blanks on the veracity of the above statement.
Liese:
This being the case, who could actually prove the above statement to be false?
Which is to say, if the putative underpants to be worn on the putative heads are putatively non-existent, then who could prove that one was not putatively wearing the putatively non-existent object on one's head, the condition of which would be then fucking great.
erika: Ok, I'll ask not-a-celebrity writer guy...what was the word I was looking for? Cause dedication's about work and attentive sounds like you and b.org need to get a room.
Tim: don't ask me what word YOU'RE looking for, erikaj. I can hardly ever find the one I was looking for. The next time I have a script due I'm gonna toss a Webster's Dictionary on the studio's desk and say, "it's in there somewhere."
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ErOs: The WB is smart enough to know a great and intelligent show when they see one.
ita: Do you get the same WB I do, Er0s?
In Natter:
ita ::wiggles pinkie at Shawn::
bon bon runs from lethal digit
Kat: I admit it. I'm a yarn ho.
KristinT: picturing pimp daddy covered in brightly-colored knit-wear, a big cross-stich hoop around his neck, a bobbin on his index finger, and a curved crochet needle through one ear
Erika in Bitches: I have avoided crazy family bullshit for one year. (Well, uh, unless Mom and I have "Clash of The Titans" again. This Easter, all the homicidal urges will be focused at the TV, as God intended.)