kat perez: This is why I would not make a gracious Olympics athlete. If I were ever blessed with just the right combination of skill, hard work, sacrifice and luck to win an Olympic gold medal, they would have to pry it out of my cold dead hand. No way I'd be giving it up. Especially for a mistake that was not even my fault. For which the losing delegation did not even file a complaint until the day after the competetion was over specifically violating the rules for filing complaints as laid out by my federation. Especially after I had dug myself out of what most people imagined would be an insurmountable hole and clawed my way back into contention and then hit the routine of my life to win gold. In fact, I'd take my gold medal and I'd wave it right in front of that Korean guy's face and be all "Wanna lick? Psyche!" And that's why I'm not, nor could I ever be, a gracious Oympic athlete.
Coffee On My Monitor
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In Minearverse:
Allyson: How is keeping River around anything but pity/altruism?
tommyrot: She knows where all the hodgeberries are.
ita: Her hodgeberries bring all the boys to the yard?
Aaarrrghh! P-C, why would you want to immortalize that! Best soon forgotten! Now I have to go listen to another decade of bad music.
The simple jokes are the best. I spewed diet coke.
ita: When did That 70s Show become creepy?
NoiseDesign: 1980
Kristen T, in Sunnydale Press:
Haven't had time to label yet, but here are some pictures from my Cali trip.
The ones at the end answer the question, "What happens when you leave your camera on the table with a bunch of Buffistas while you go to the bathroom?"
Lee: Note to self: songs about muppets having sex don't go over too well with the cleaning staff.
Damn you, wee Deb! Beat me to it.
Ugh, I had a typo (to instead of too). Can you fix it, Deb?
Lilty in F2F ( context? we don't need no stinkin' context! ):
Excellent Boston Adventures Part Two: They Eat Muppets, Don’t They?
Heh. ita beat me to it; I only just got here. All's well, Lee.