Blow em away, connie!! Err, so to speak.
I do own a gun. But I'd rather just snarl at them sullenly. Or not see them at all.
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.
Blow em away, connie!! Err, so to speak.
I do own a gun. But I'd rather just snarl at them sullenly. Or not see them at all.
I once shot a book in Provo just to see it....um...become holey.
I have a dishwasher and a DVD recorder. I guess I'd give up the dishwasher first since I don't cook. Although I hate washing glasses, and that's what I'd mostly have to wash, so maybe not.
I like not having a cell phone. It forces a couple of my friends to actually make plans in advance, which is useful. Maybe twice a year I think, "a cell phone would be useful right now." Whereas the dishwasher is useful just about every week, and the DVD recorder is useful... probably every other week, on average.
That's terrible, connie! That's why I can't carry a gun, because I would misuse it while having a bad day, or while stuck in traffic.
Love my dishwasher and really miss the garbage disposal I don't have.
Random interruption for a dream report:
I remember almost nothing of my big long dream last night, except the very very end, which involved cats and maybe dogs and other fuzzy mammals. At which point tommyrot unexpectedly popped up and said something extremely clever, at which point Daisy Jane unexpectedly popped up and said, "Well put, tom -- you're going to heaven for that! I just called, and they said you're getting in on the wittiness clause."
I once shot a book in Provo just to see it....um...become holey.
And now you're in jail listening to the trains go by. Serves you right.
At which point tommyrot unexpectedly popped up and said something extremely clever, at which point Daisy Jane unexpectedly popped up and said, "Well put, tom -- you're going to heaven for that! I just called, and they said you're getting in on the wittiness clause."
Hee!
DIE TAXES DIE DIE DIE.
DIE TAXES DIE DIE DIE.
It's German, for "The taxes, the the the!" t /Sideshow Bob
Someone reassure me that the electrician currently making the disturbing crashing noises in my hallway is just doing his job, and that I'll still have walls when he's gone?