I think someone broke my coffee this morning,'cuz it's not working, which is bad, because I have a meeting today, so coherency might a necessary part of my day.
I'm not sure how old he is, but I heard him use the word 'newfangled' one time, so he's gotta be pretty far gone.
Dawn ,'Beneath You'
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.
Lee - Mar 30, 2007 4:42:51 am PDT #9673 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
tommyrot - Mar 30, 2007 4:46:25 am PDT #9674 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.
Chocolate Jesus lyrics:
Dont go to church on sunday
Dont get on my knees to pray
Dont memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every sunday
At zerelda lees candy store
Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I dont want no anna zabba
Dont want no almond joy
There aint nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well its the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate jesus
Can satisfy my soul
(solo)
When the weather gets rough
And its whiskey in the shade
Its best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But thats ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait
Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied
I love the part about the parfait.
Kalshane - Mar 30, 2007 4:48:24 am PDT #9675 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
GF and I had BLTs for dinner last night. Not sure if they're grown-up food or not, but they were yummy.
ION, we've almost got our living room back following the move-in. It's only taken us three weeks. We packed up a lot of my empty boxes yesterday (I hadn't realized just how many of the boxes on my shelves were empty) and took them out to the storage unit to make room for gf's stuff. Another week and we may actually be able to see the game table again.
shrift - Mar 30, 2007 4:48:35 am PDT #9676 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I remembered that the vending machine still has mocha frappuccinos, so I didn't have to stab any coworkers for their caffeine.
tommyrot - Mar 30, 2007 4:49:49 am PDT #9677 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.
I wonder if tired vampires ever suck the blood of the already caffeinated....
sarameg - Mar 30, 2007 4:54:10 am PDT #9678 of 10001
I hate FedEx. They keep insisting a postal code in India doesn't exist. Despite the fact that it's listed on the city's municipal site. And they won't even consider they might be wrong.
They did this to me over a medium sized city in the Ukraine once.
I hate them.
Ginger - Mar 30, 2007 4:57:11 am PDT #9679 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
How's the GF doing, Kalshane?
DavidS - Mar 30, 2007 5:02:36 am PDT #9680 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Tom Waits wrote "Chocolate Jesus" after his FiL (no lie) decided to sell religious themed breath mints. They were called Sacra-mints.
tommyrot - Mar 30, 2007 5:03:40 am PDT #9681 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.
Tom Waits wrote "Chocolate Jesus" after his FiL (no lie) decided to sell religious themed breath mints. They were called Sacra-mints.
Nuh-uh. They were called Testa-mints.
IIRC.
Toddson - Mar 30, 2007 5:05:02 am PDT #9682 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
ooh ... sarameg, they did that to me once for an address in Canada. I just about went crazy. And this was AFTER I'd wrestled with their import/export documents. I was about to hand-carry a package up there.