Tom Scola: If I were going to run for Governor of Illinois, I'd grow a twirly mustache, and put on a stove-pipe hat and a cape. I'd be a shoo-in.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Coffee On My Monitor
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erikaj in Natter:
And, yes, I have read the occasional celebrity book, but I've often thought they'd die a quiet death if they got left to their own grammar, for instance.
The production of Wicked that Typo Boy saw is very different from the one that played in Melbourne:
Dream last night may be worth telling. New breed of dog called "The Bark" essentially a lung with fur and legs. Had to be fed through an IV. The American Kennel Club loved the breed cause it could only reproduce via cloning. So they finally had breed where the blood line could never be contaminated.
The rest of the dream is not worth narrating, involving trouble in OZ, no one believing Glinda when she claimed to be able to fix the Ruby Slippers, and Buffy, Rimmer and Gandhi machine gunning hordes of crazed zombie munchkins.
Buffy, Rimmer and Gandhi machine gunning hordes of crazed zombie munchkins.
That would obviously be the Gandhi that Buffy was doing her impression of for Ken.
That would obviously be the Gandhi that Buffy was doing her impression of for Ken.
That scene would have lost so much of its impact if she'd asked "Wanna see my impression of Rimmer?"
In Bitches:
vw bug: My snowflake cupcakes won't come out of the pan! Sad now!
Toddson: Can you wait until they melt?
In Natter:
ita:
God, I hate diamond ads. Just saw a Kay one with a guy who doesn't seem to have been dating the chick that long because he's apologising that his signing sucks. But he gives her a diamond tennis bracelet.
Every kiss begins with Kay? Every kiss-my-ass begins with Kay too.
In Natter, context be damned:
Cass: That's not classy, it's just French. An easy mistake to make though.
In Bitches, Steph L. recounts a conversation between herself and her Boy.
I said, "Jesus, the past 6 months have been so fucked up for us -- you had abdominal surgery, and I had inexplicable stomach badness, that weird-ass vertigo, panic attacks, and now this back problem. What's next?"
Him: "We'll probably give birth to a cute little teratoma we can call our own."
Teratoma out of the blue!!!
After I finished laughing, I said, "Even though it will be hideous, it'll be our hideous teratoma baby."
Him: "You can tell me its one tooth looks just like mine!"
Me: "And its tuft of hair looks just like mine!"
In Natter:
Jessica: Snowpocalypse in NYC has devolved into Rainpocalypse: The Enslushening.