Aims (my candidate for mother of the year):
That's why Joe and I just drop Emeline off at random frat parties and then go out to a movie and dinner and pick her up later.
Fred ,'Smile Time'
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Aims (my candidate for mother of the year):
That's why Joe and I just drop Emeline off at random frat parties and then go out to a movie and dinner and pick her up later.
Jesse, in the Olympics watch-n-post:
Hell, I'm proud to be Chinese right now!
Sage advice from Askye in Bitches:
I had a therapist I had to stop seeing becuase he got a perm.
Sarameg: The shots of the one gymnast who was obviously not happy with her performance are flashing me on msbelle calling Khorksomething the world's angriest gymnast. That one looked ready to rip someone's head off all the time.
Hil: That must be Svetlana Khorkina....I remember one time they got a shot of her just as Dominique Moceanu's "Devil Went Down to Georgia" music started (at the Atlanta games), and the crowd (as usual) went absolutely wild, and Khorkina just had this look of absolute disgust on her face.
connie neil: Was Svetlana the Belorussian Swan? I adored her, her disdain was so regal.
billytea: Wasn't it though? She looked like an emu sucking on a lemon.
Daisy Jane: Doesn't Obama have family in Hawaii?
Gudanov: Nothing says unamerican like visiting your grandmother
Natter:
juliana: Today in the Olympics, the Buffista team will be going for the elusive and difficult quad x-post. Let's see if they can hit it....
Yes! YES! The Buffistas hit their mark, and have won the gold!! Buffistas win the gold!
Nilly: There is now color in the sky. It is no longer black.
Alas, the night is over, and the work I was supposed to finish during it, not so much. Sigh.
What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and, um, the sun is the sun. Or something.
Ginger:
That's the real problem with the dogs playing poker paintings: Dogs have terrible poker faces.
Steph in Natter:
How does one MISUSE "literally"? Its meaning is fairly clear, god DAMN. And yet you get sentences like, "My 4-year-old's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese's was LITERALLY a massacre." Uh....REALLY? Because you seem fairly calm despite the slaughter of the innocents.
billytea in Natter:
Ok, that Miley Cyrus song. I quite like the music, it's all perky and determined. But I keep feeling the need to argue with the lyrics. "I've got my sights set on you, and I'm ready to aim." That is aiming! You're already aiming! Sheesh. And apparently she's worked out the guy wants to see her again, with no other clue to guide her than that he asked her out. Apparently her way of knowing when something is right is English comprehension. Gah. Makes me want to slap her. And her best friend Leslie.