It's a COMM convergence!
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Coffee On My Monitor
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I thought it was more funny with less context. Apparantly there are differing views on how much context ape sexual harassment needs.
::high fives amych::
::slips her a note that says, "Let's skip today. Come to my house and watch The Black Swan this afternoon. Meet me at the dumpster after third period..."::
(charmed by Hec)
I finally make COMM, and it's all X-Posty? Wow.
- blush*
I finally make COMM, and it's all X-Posty?
Yep, you stirred up quite a COMMotion.
Teppy: [...] he's infected with flesh-eating bacteria. He's "lucky" in that it only seems to have whammied one arm, and nowhere else. However, he had to have all the skin removed from the underside of his left arm, from the wrist all the way up to the armpit.
[...] he has a good long-term prognosis. However, he's got a long road in front of him.
Hec: Yeah, you know what I never want to hear? "The good news is that we can save you by skinning you alive."
erika: But if they say "bored now," first, you're completely fucked.
Your tagline serendipity moment of Zen...
Dawn K's tag: Springtime of my life
Lee's tag: It’s the perfect time of day to throw all your cares away
Kat's tag: Summer: I suffer from rage blackouts.
Nutty in Natter:
So, a whole culture of people who never get to meetings on time? When I'm a god, Thou shalt not fuck around with other people's time will be a commandment.
Right before If thou art a drycleaner, thou shalt never charge more than $5 for cleaning a single winter coat.
Perhaps I am a bit of a micro-manager. But, I'm told a lot of people like that in a god.
Lyra Jane in Bitches:
My mom would all but wet herself with delight if we moved closer to them. (We're only an hour away now, but don't see them that often because I'm a bad daughter, and anyhow we all appear to share the common Baltimore-D.C. area delusion that the Potomac River is a Berlin Wall.)