Suisun City, by Fairfield. We should have had my MiL drop a kosher care package of for your DH.
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
He could call it "Transport" and they'd think it was just a name referencing commuters and truckers, but they'd all be test subjects.
I will happily provide (a very tiny amount of) venture capital towards this. Who's in?
"Miss, I ordered eggs. What are these?"
"We're not sure, but the boss thinks they may be from a parallel dimension. He's very excited, though it is a departure from his stated line of research."
"That's great. Where are my eggs?"
"Well, either orbiting Neptune, or an object of worship on Earth 32."
Me. As long as there are cheese fries. and not cheese sauce. ACTUAL cheese. Though, I know that there are people who prefer that, so we should have both on the menu.
Me. As long as there are cheese fries. and not cheese sauce. ACTUAL cheese. Though, I know that there are people who prefer that, so we should have both on the menu.
We can have both. Fromage fries and fauxmage fries.
Man, if only y'all were serious. I could conceivably open Nerdbar within a year.
We can have both. Fromage fries and fauxmage fries.
HAR. Think about how much fun we would have naming things on the menu.
Site of the next Buffista Prom?
HAR. Think about how much fun we would have naming things on the menu.
Hee.
Fish platter: Filet of Ariel. Guaranteed 100% dolphin-free.
I need lunch.
Lunch lives where Art Fair is.
I refuse to go to Art Fair.
Dangit.
I have to suck it up and go thru Art Fair.
grumblegrumblegrumble