But, to sum up, it's been a week since I did what you're about to do, and still not dead.
...that wasn't supposed to be reassuring, right?
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.
But, to sum up, it's been a week since I did what you're about to do, and still not dead.
...that wasn't supposed to be reassuring, right?
...that wasn't supposed to be reassuring, right?
I'd like to think that my continued existence is very reassuring. Especially considering the odds, all told.
Let me inspire you, Dana. Go forth and tipple.
Let me inspire you, Dana. Go forth and tipple.
Thing is, the reaction can apparently come completely out of the blue. Other thing is, I've been known to have taken a fuckload of acetaminophen and enjoyed a tipple or five, and I'm here to tell about it.
It's baaaack--American Gladiators is searching for both contestants and Gladiators.
Also, the Simpsons season premiere will feature both Stephen Colbert as Homer's life coach and Lionel Ritchie, and they will be traveling to various cities, including Chicago (which Mr. Burns calls "the Miami of Canada").
Thing is, the reaction can apparently come completely out of the blue. Other thing is, I've been known to have taken a fuckload of acetaminophen and enjoyed a tipple or five, and I'm here to tell about it.
...still not reassured.
My boss asked me what my hours were this week for this project I'm on. I was wracking my brain trying to remember what I did on Monday. I even checked file modification dates and found stuff from last week and Tuesday through today....
Finally I remembered the holiday.
If people living through doing it doesn't reassure you Dana, I'm not sure what will. Don't do it.
Heh. I've done that, tommy.
ita, I thought you might like this from New York Fugging City
At Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. show, both of our fondest wishes came true: The clothes were totally fun, and little Kingston — all blinged out in what appeared to be bedazzled jeans, like the biggest badass in the sandbox — made an appearance, bouncing on dad Gavin Rossdale's lap in the front row.
Seriously, there's nothing quite like hearing a crowd of jaded fashionistas fail to contain their baby glee. The instant Mr. Stefani sidled out from backstage with his son, a semi-muffled "awww" filled the air, the entire room struggling to maintain its collective poker face. Even rapper Eve couldn't restrain herself from tickling him and cooing.
I can't believe there's someone who got paid to write this headline. Not that it's a bad headline. Just that it's surreal. And yet? I can see how a) you know it's true and b) people need to be warned.