O I love Moonie and Broon. Did they do the mama polar bear song?
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
O I love Moonie and Broon. Did they do the mama polar bear song?
They did not. They did, however, have a woman onstage signing their stage banter so they said things like, "that's when the little monkeys were swinging from my erect nipples" just to see how she'd do that in sign. She was very game. Moonie's solo show had just about everything go awry, mostly due to overwilling volunteers eager to mug and upstage him. I've never seen him totally abandon his non-talking whistling persona before just to get through a set. Emmett loved it though.
They did a whole song about sweaty man panties for the benefit of our sign-language interpreter a couple years back.
There was some archery and Emmett watched Moonie and Broon's neo-vaudeville improv comedy show about three times.
I've seen them, too. They did a show here at the Colony, and I got to work on it. Good stuff.
Omnis has definitely carted my ass around more than his fair shareOnly happy to Laga! Your company is always enjoyable, in or out of the car. Esp with Fenians playing! Woot happy dances :)
And I have a '94 with umm 54,000 miles on it.
I am among the carless. Once I do get a car, though, it will be a Mini Cooper. (Well, if I get a car. I'm figuring that there's not too much chance of ending up in a city with good public transport after I graduate -- typical job-hunting for us is to send out around 100 CVs, and hope to get one or two offers.)
Yeah. I put a good amount of miles on a car. My Escape has just over 40,000 on it now.
I'm sorry you feel (felt) bad Kristin!
I don't drive.
My date went well. I went with the black. And a (black) cashmere sweater during dinner because apparently Bollywood doesn't deal with NYC Autumn - mid 40s don't work well without something warmer than a thin shirt. I was among the dancerist of the dancers. At one point, I had a large group of several girls emulating my movements. It was very Bollywood, if slightly uncomfortable due to the misogynistic undertones (which, also very Bollywood). Girl liked me. Isn't willing to declare herself my girlfriend yet, but she's definitely weakening (she went through a very bad breakup recently, so I can forgive the reluctance).
Heh. Good luck, Gris!
I got lots of sleep last night, whcih I needed, but apparently convinced my body that tonight, I do not need to sleep. GRRRR.