I'm going to run the marathon.
I didn't even know you were a runner. You should race Juliana around the park.
Buffy ,'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm going to run the marathon.
I didn't even know you were a runner. You should race Juliana around the park.
I'm not a runner. But if I raise money for the AIDS Foundation, they'll turn me into one.
Speaking vaguely of carnitas, a Filipino krav student told me to make sure I make it in on Thursday, since he's bringing roast pork. "Pork!" I exclaimed with gladness. "For meat that's not goat, it's pretty tasty!"
Now he's bringing goat as well, and perhaps turtle.
and perhaps turtle.
My Aunt Edna (she of the turtle mull) would be proud.
Hey Beej, What Shamu Taught Me About A Happy Marriage in the NYTimes strikes me as something you might find interesting.
Why is it cold?
Why is the rum gone?
Why is it cold?
I was going to blame you. But now that you're here I guess I'll have to blame Ginger instead. After all she did drink all the rum so she's clearly capable of nefarious deeds.
I'm currently using my cat as a toe-warmer. Unfortunately, she'll only do one foot at a time, and only when she's very sleepy, so I can't actually change feet. So I'm feeling a little lopsidedly cold.
Announcement: photos of eyeballs blown up to poster sizes resemble oranges.
Analysis: computers add points of interest to everyday chores such as visits to the optometrist.