I now have a gigantic heart-shaped sugar cookie.
I want to torture you. I used to love it, and it's been a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured someone, they didn't even have chainsaws.
Angel ,'Chosen'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
shrift - Feb 14, 2007 10:07:31 am PST #876 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Daisy Jane - Feb 14, 2007 10:08:52 am PST #877 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Matt, when the cashier said it was Valentine's only, how did s/he decide what was appropriate for the season?
Exactly! What if roast chicken and yogurt are your and your beloved's traditional gifts? Because of how y'all met on that farm where you plucked chickens and milked cows all day and then at night feasted upon the results of your labor?
That would make turkey po-boy and coffee mine and Mr. Jane's.
Daisy Jane - Feb 14, 2007 10:09:44 am PST #878 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I now have a gigantic heart-shaped sugar cookie.
And you're going to break it, aren't you?
tommyrot - Feb 14, 2007 10:10:30 am PST #879 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
And you're going to break it, aren't you?
Keep it away from Wilco.
Frankenbuddha - Feb 14, 2007 10:12:17 am PST #880 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
ION, my legs are itching me like crazy because the rain soaked through my 2 layers.
You at work, Nora? It's insane out there, like you wandered into the middle of a slushball fight during a hurricane. Best advice for crossing streets - if you see a raging river of water, use that, because it's probably the shallowest thing you're going to find to step through. The accumulation ain't all that much, but the combo of precip types is a frelling mess.
Tonight this shit's supposed to turn to snow, and the temprature is supposed to drop back to the 20s. Tomorrow's gonna be nasty.
shrift - Feb 14, 2007 10:13:59 am PST #881 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
And you're going to break it, aren't you?
I'm devouring this heart like I need fuel for a satanic ritual.
Jesse - Feb 14, 2007 10:28:56 am PST #882 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Candy and stuff won't be on sale til tomorrow, right? That's lame. I want half-price chocolate NOW.
Strega - Feb 14, 2007 10:31:08 am PST #883 of 10001
I'm devouring this heart like I need fuel for a satanic ritual."Like." Sure.
I just bought this. Hooray.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 14, 2007 10:33:22 am PST #884 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
You at work, Nora? It's insane out there, like you wandered into the middle of a slushball fight during a hurricane.
Yeah- the morning commute wasn't so bad, my boots and coat are built for the sleet and snow, but I went over to another building for bellydancing class and when I came out it was pouring rain and horrible horrible horrible. Am now debating whether to go outside again, ever.
bon bon - Feb 14, 2007 10:34:05 am PST #885 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Candy and stuff won't be on sale til tomorrow, right? That's lame. I want half-price chocolate NOW.
Gross, Jesse. Please stay away from the Russell Stover.