See, that makes me think of two men making out.
...and?
You know, the brain can't feel pain. Does that mean I should be careful not to make the water too hot, or that I can make the water as hot as I want?
Try not to boil your spicy nummy brains in your head-tea, tommy. They'll get sludge in it.
the sound of leather on leather
See, that makes me think of two men making out.
And that makes *me* think of a really poorly aimed whip/flogger.
Which is, perhaps, a totally predictable reaction from me.
Halfway down the mountain, I realized that the louder-than-usual gravel clunking noise I heard on the way out the driveway was my coffee cup falling off the roof of the car.
Oh dear! I hate it when I do that (and, yes, I've done it more than once).
Love Steph's unified front of pissy pettiness!
Pissy and petty? Count me in.
“On our fourth date, I knew I had found the kind of dork I could love,”
I think I am overly emotional, because this story made me cry tears of "Awww"
Hence, 111 across: “Generic proposal” (Jen + Aric = generic).
Ooooh, nifty. Those clever crossword writers.
“On our fourth date, I knew I had found the kind of dork I could love,”
Awww, indeed!
Geek love is a beautiful thing.
Vortex, you might try World Market. They seem to carry a variety of coffee filter sizes.