Friday the 13th:
Locked out of in-laws home for about a half an hour. Called Aimee, who called in-laws, who called back...but I had left the phone in the barn. Finally got message which gave me sooper sekrit code to open garage, wherein lay the key, which enabled me to enter the house.
Called back in-laws to tell them I got message. "It's Friday the 13th, man."
"Oh, yeah. Well, we'll be home later."
Now I'm the loser son-in-law who has no job, doesn't go on family vacations and can't manage to leave the house without fucking up.
Le. Sigh.
Tier.
(no, seriously.)
I wish I didn't know this. Now I gotta be annoyed like I am with decimate.
Love Lewis Black.
It's a chaste love, though.
But I love BJG's.(Brainy Jewish Guys)
And, hell, he could make me look like the happy one in our relationship.Aw, MM, do as I say, not as I do, and give yourself a break.
Tep = anti-goth. I'm goddamn Sandra Dee.
I agree with you not being goth, but Sandre Dee you are not.
Now I'm the loser son-in-law who has no job, doesn't go on family vacations and can't manage to leave the house without fucking up.
No, you aren't. You are the father of their grandchild and best husband ever to their flaky, crazy, emotional unstable daughter.
Sandre Dee you are not.
Nonsense! I'm blonde and sunny and blue-eyed and look like the All-American girl next door.
Or, if you will, the St. Pauli Girl.
No, you aren't. You are the father of their grandchild and best husband ever to their flaky, crazy, emotional unstable daughter.
Aw. Now if I only had a job, would go on family vacations and could leave the house without fucking up, I'd be PERFECT!!
Nonsense! I'm blonde and sunny and blue-eyed and look like the All-American girl next door.
Yes, you are blonde and sunny and blue-eyed and
LOOK LIKE
the All-American girl.
Or, if you will, the St. Pauli Girl.
I like this better. Blonde and perky and sexy and cleavagy and beer-loving. Better fit.
I'm blonde and sunny and blue-eyed and look like the All-American girl next door.
Or, if you will, the St. Pauli Girl.
I'm with ChiKat. Looks are misleading.
Now if I only had a job, would go on family vacations and could leave the house without fucking up, I'd be PERFECT!!
Do you want me to detail how many times I had to break into my parents' house because I somehow locked myself out? I had to disassemble the back door to the porch no less than three separate times.
We capricorns are special snowflakes, Miracleman.
