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Look, Angel, I know you've been out of the loop for a while, but I'm still evil. I don't do errands...unless they're evil errands.
Lilah ,'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
vw bug - Apr 20, 2007 12:51:05 pm PDT #6073 of 10003
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smonster - Apr 20, 2007 12:58:22 pm PDT #6074 of 10003
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
go, vw, go!
vw bug - Apr 20, 2007 1:04:43 pm PDT #6075 of 10003
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What's bad about the way I did this is I am now, once again, getting wrapped up in these articles. Some of this stuff is really fascinating, and I find myself being enveloped in the text all over again, even though I don't need to, because I've made copious notes and underlined all the important stuff.
vw bug - Apr 20, 2007 1:25:40 pm PDT #6076 of 10003
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Come on West Coasters! I need entertainment! Your day's not over yet!
Ginger - Apr 20, 2007 1:42:07 pm PDT #6077 of 10003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I shall entertain you. I will rant about my trip to Home Depot.
It began by my starting to turn into a parking space and realizing that I couldn't park there because someone had abandoned a cart, strategically arranged so as to block four spaces.
Home Depot apparently has the marketing theory that you're more likely to buy something if you whack your shins on it, so they have all this stuff in the aisle. Then a fellow shopper carefully lines up her card next to the stuff, and stands there, apparently lost in the immensity of her decision. Since I can't talk, I couldn't get her attention to move her cart. Fortunately, that also means she didn't hear me say, "Move, motherfucker, or I'll cut you."
A worker moved a big rack of plants so as to trap me in an aisle of plants.
A woman stood in the middle of the aisle of a cell phone, asking someone very loudly if she should buy four verbena plants.
I was behind two women who were buying plants for, they said, a subdivision. There was one big flat handtruck of dyed weed-block pine bark mulch, and another covered with about 60 plants.
vw bug - Apr 20, 2007 1:46:05 pm PDT #6078 of 10003
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Oh, Ginger. I hate your Home Depot!
Ginger - Apr 20, 2007 1:48:45 pm PDT #6079 of 10003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Me too. It's less than a mile from my house, though. It's dreadful but convenient. It's like that old joke, "This food tastes terrible -- and there's not enough of it."
sj - Apr 20, 2007 1:48:56 pm PDT #6080 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
The people looking at the place thought the very fishy very garlicky food smelled good. Darn my newly acquired culinary skills!
Ginger, that's sucky. Did you run anyone over with the cart?
Ginger - Apr 20, 2007 1:50:55 pm PDT #6081 of 10003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Did you run anyone over with the cart?
I thought about it, particularly after I fought my way out of the plant trap.
Next time, you'll have to make cabbage, sj.
sj - Apr 20, 2007 1:53:22 pm PDT #6082 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Next time, you'll have to make cabbage, sj.
I'll make a note of that. Really, I'm just doing them a favor. They really don't want to get trapped into this place with a non-functional condo association and the screaming upstairs neighbors.