'Out Of Gas'
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in Bitches, making me snort a half-eaten Anne W-baked nutless biscotti out of one nostril:
askye: Annoying Guy co worker just asked another coworker (how's on a diet and everyone knows about that) what her "magic" weight is.
Steph L.: What is a "magic" weight? The weight at which you can levitate? Or the weight at which doves fly out of your ass?
In Music:
DavidS: Plus, my back starts killing me if I have to stand for two hours.
Jon B.: I used to have that problem but, I swear, my Fluevogs have added years to my club-going life.
Steph L.: I'll take "Things Overheard At the Rockers' Retirement Home" for $400, Alex.
ita in Natter:
::palpates::
I do feel doomed, but I'm pretty sure I felt this doomed yesterday. It gets so hard to tell. Since the last election, there's just been doom overload.
ita in Movies:
You, living in weirdo SF, may have a war hammer in your cupboard you consider a household tool. Dollars to donuts Jesse's is a little more Home Depot than Homicidal Despot.
Later, in Movies:
Hec: Note to ita's file: adjust ratio so that Thinks About Lethal Property Of Commonplace Objects In Her Idle Time is greater than Thinks About Wet, Bespectacled, Barefoot Men In Her Idle Time.
ita: What do you think these men are holding in their hands?
Hec: I don't know. Hammers? Your left breast? Commonplace objects? Bowie Knives? Krav manuals dog-eared at pages 33-40? Eddie Izzard DVDs? Eddie Izzard's left breast?
Heather Alayne in Bitches, forcing me to snorkle perfectly good French roast:
I was out with two actual golddiggers. My eyes rolled so hard I had to pick them up off the floor lest they be trampled on by the tiny tiny kitten heels.
JZ in Natter:
I am now very good at making suppurating sores, utilizing only a little lipliner, pale powder base, and clear nail polish. My suppurating sores earned effusive praise from the usually silent program chair. Go team sores!
This was no doubt just waiting for me to come along. Steph, in Bitches:
Only in my heart do I lust for a platypus.
Hil R: I think the argument is that the milk and meat shouldn't mingle in your mouth. t rereads sentence. decides to keep typing
Rick V.: A friend of mine was recently invited to give the annual scholarly speech at one of the secret societies at Yale. As part of the agreement for her appearance she had to swear never to reveal any information about furniture, the dinnerware, or what was on the walls, and never to reveal the identity of the students. They pay really well, though.
SailAweigh: Talk about paranoid. Who cares what the dinnerware pattern is?
Daniel C. Jensen: It's probably trains and tunnels or something metaphorically similar.
Or they just really went nuts when the Loony Tunes glassware was available from McDonalds.