HAPPY BIRTHDAY OH ADORABLE ONE! MAY YOU CONTINUE YOUR REIGN AS MOST ADORABLE!!
Fred: Oh my God! Angel, you're…cute! Angel: Fred, don't! Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair! Angel: Hey! You're fired.
'Smile Time'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Aims - Mar 22, 2007 8:23:12 am PDT #1881 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Pix - Mar 22, 2007 8:23:36 am PDT #1882 of 10003
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Medication?
MM, haven't you heard? I'm taking up drug dealing to supplement my income. I'll hook ya up. You'll have to talk to -t, though; she's my organizer.
Allyson, I've been meaning to congratulate you on taking the new job! It sounds like a fabulous opportunity (and a great pay raise).
Amy - Mar 22, 2007 8:23:36 am PDT #1883 of 10003
Because books.
Happy birthday to Pete! I will eat some cake in your honor, sir!
That would be such an awesome job. Dealing with animals for 20 hours a week and getting paid for it?
Stephen asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it, and I said, Look, I just want some extra money. I don't want to dress up or deal with customers returning clothes they've clearly worn (and stained). I don't want to learn new computer programs I'll never need again. I just want some money, and honestly, I'm not afraid to get dirty. I've cleaned up poop and pee and puke for years anyway, with three kids. Plus, there would be no one but me around when I'm working, so I could plot and work out scenes for the book while I'm there, and probably use my MP3 player. I'm not seeing a lot of downside.
I'm not sure I have it yet -- she's seeing one other person today -- and I'm now a little worried that she'll give it to me, but what will be will be.
So, what do people recommend? Yoga? Strength training?
Medication
Medication. Music. Snacks. Possibly a tranquilizer for the cat.
Or, you know, whoever.
Pix - Mar 22, 2007 8:24:37 am PDT #1884 of 10003
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETADORABLE!
beekaytee - Mar 22, 2007 8:24:43 am PDT #1885 of 10003
Compassionately intolerant
Mr. Pibb and Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!
Nibbling off both ends of the Red Vine and using it as a straw to suck up the Mr. Pibb? Crazier Delicious!
Plus, Red Vines are produced in my hometown...let us speak no more of Twizzlers, the poncy also-ran!
javachik - Mar 22, 2007 8:27:10 am PDT #1886 of 10003
Our wings are not tired.
Plus, there would be no one but me around when I'm working, so I could plot and work out scenes for the book while I'm there, and probably use my MP3 player.
I read this as "I could smoke pot and work out."
AmyLiz, I think it sounds great, even without the doobies!
Atropa - Mar 22, 2007 8:35:18 am PDT #1887 of 10003
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Is it true, this rumor I hear that it's Peev the Adorable's birthday?
It is true!
(When we went out to the car this morning, I looked at the ground and Saw Something, which meant I was able to give him the first four-leaf clover of the season on his birthday. I'm very pleased about that.)
Oodles of moving ~ma to the Miracleborns. I'm not *thrilled* with the notion of you folks moving even! farther! away!, but I want you to be happy.
Miracleman - Mar 22, 2007 8:35:33 am PDT #1888 of 10003
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
So the prevailing wisdom appears to be: Dope yourself with some sort of CNS depressant, then crank up the stimulants so that the end result is: Awake, but not caring. Right?
'cause this sounds perfect.
Miracleman - Mar 22, 2007 8:36:29 am PDT #1889 of 10003
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Oh, and...
Happy Birthday Pete. May you finally be able to hit something with a car.
Well, a *virtual* car. Not a real car.
tommyrot - Mar 22, 2007 8:37:53 am PDT #1890 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
So the prevailing wisdom appears to be: Dope yourself with some sort of CNS depressant, then crank up the stimulants so that the end result is: Awake, but not caring. Right?
Just don't do what Homer Simpson did when he became a truck driver and scarfed down gobs of sleeping pills and Stimu-crank.