In Natter
Emily
Still no progress on my philosophy of education. Christ. "My philosophy is... when some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Emily always says at a time like that: 'Have ya paid your dues, Emily?' 'Yessir, the check is in the mail.' That's my philosophy."
Beverly
Ya really shook the pillars of heaven, didn't you, Emily?
Windsparrow knows her old commercials, from Bitches:
We've secretly switched SPP's lasagna to the new Labor-Inducing!Lasagna by Aimee. Let's see if she notices the difference....
P.M. Marcontell:
How much therapy will my child need if I put her in a Superman diaper, a Wonder Woman shirt, and a Batman hoodie, just so I can take pictures and make up silly headings?
Jessica:
Only one way to find out!
I was not drinking coffee or anything else at the time I read this. Thanks, ChiKat, for making me get spit on my monitor. In Bitches:
I'm sitting here in my cube just giggling to myself. Remember, I live alone and I'm the woman who undid her pants in the copy room on my way to the bathroom because sometimes I forget how to behave around Other Humans.
Today, after lunch, a big ass burp escaped without me even thinking about it. Three coworkers on the other side of my cube heard it and said, "Who did that?" Of course, they did not suspect that it was me, so I just sat here quietly giggling. They then had a conversation about burps that made me laugh even more.
Am so 12.
Jessica, in the
Lost
topic, about show creator J. J. Abrams:
His tried-and-true method of dealing with being backed into a corner by continuity is to put Sydney into a tight red dress and send her to blow the corner up.
Erin, in
Bitches:
Dude, I'm impressed you can Google at ALL without bringing up porn...
