Nuh-uh. I don't want to hear about other people's sex lives at work! My job is full of enough TMI.
Well, I understand that, but it's better than having to remember where you are in the rotation of alarm-didn't-go-off/dog-got-out/couldn't-find-the-keys/traffic-snarl etc.
"You shall not pass. Dumbass."
They could hire Sir Ian McKellen to do the PSAs!
And, see I was thinking of Kurtwood Smith playing Gandalf
Maybe it's pursuing Tropical Depression Lolita. (sorry)
Nice.
Daisy, I would be OK if it could be folded into some other category -- I don't mind of people do it, I just don't want to know!
I am much enamored of the tales of Lord Pratt. The English should have a program to preserve the classic mad British nobleman type.
I also note that according to Joss/various sources, Spike's real last name is Pratt. Hm . . .
ION, ouch. Every time I stand up, I feel more rickety. Is this going to be better or worse in the morning? Please say better. I have shit to do! I need a new cable box, and my cat needs a rabies shot!
Unfortunately, Jesse, you'll probably stiffen up overnight. Take some ibuprofen before bed.
"Err..." we said, "Well, yeah, probably Jesus has rhythm..."
Now I'm stuck with "I've got rhythm, I've got music, I've got my god, who could ask for anything more?"
Hey, I have to take my cat to get a rabies shot tomorrow too!
WAH WAH WAH. Ibuprofin is a genius idea, though. I'll take some now.
Charisma Carpenter to do Celebrity Apprentice:
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We've officially busted out the Morlock jokes here at Chez Ghetto Skyscraper. Someone who isn't moving down to the sub-sub-sub-basement just gasped, "Nobody comes back from there!"