My mother is trying to convince me that I want jewelry for my birthday. I'm trying to convince her that I want a Wii.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
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Oh fucking joy. We have not even closed the door and there is a child screaming at the top of their lungs in front of me. I need a tranq dart.
Guess which airline I've vowed never to fly again.
The proud bird with the cast iron tail?
Ed Gein:
Go wii, choose wii.
Wii! You can't fake bowl in your living room with jewelry!
Wii! You can't fake bowl in your living room with jewelry!
See? This is what I'm saying.
Also, I don't really wear jewelry on a daily basis. I've got some nice things that I wear when I want to be dressy, but it's just not something I usually think about.
And a Wii is somthing that goes with every outfit.
Headline of the day: Exploding lawnmower destroys house.
Okay, so there was a little stupidity involved....
The proud bird with the cast iron tail?
ding ding ding ding!
Really, I don't know why I didn't start flying Southwest years ago. They're competent, courteous, and civilized. They're the best airline when you fly with a kid, because they're the only ones who'll still let you preboard. And they even offer tolerable amounts of legroom.
I really do not like Southwest. It really is the cattle herd boarding that does it for me. I like my assigned seating. Hell I go to movie theatres that have assigned seats.