Sexy farmer = Dexy's Midnight Runners, no?
Man, I'm brilliant at this game!
Mal: You were dead! Tracy: Hunh? Oh. Right. Suppose I was. Hey there, Zoe.
'The Message'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
Jesse - Oct 31, 2007 11:59:00 am PDT #9658 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
tommyrot - Oct 31, 2007 11:59:37 am PDT #9659 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Sexy farmer = Dexy's Midnight Runners, no?
Well OK. But only because they're British....
Jesse - Oct 31, 2007 12:02:46 pm PDT #9660 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Really I meant in concept -- maybe I've hit upon something. For a Sexy [unsexy job] costume, just wear the obvious clothing for that job with nothing under it!
§ ita § - Oct 31, 2007 12:04:53 pm PDT #9661 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Maybe next year I'll be a dominatrix. Sexy sex worker. Plus? Weapons.
brenda m - Oct 31, 2007 12:14:23 pm PDT #9662 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
They were dressed as something sexy, not a sexed up something.
This is going to be my new Halloween mantra. No, seriously. Between you and Trudy and the discussion today, I'm a lot clearer on why some of these costumes bug and some don't.
I myself put on my black and white dress from the Atlanta F2F, threw a kid's dalmatian costume around my shoulders like a stole, and went as Cruella deVil. Which I think was the good kind of sexy, but slightly tarted up by dint of the weight I've put on since May expressing itself largely through my boobs. Oops.
bon bon - Oct 31, 2007 12:23:55 pm PDT #9663 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
My plan this year for Halloween--slightly dented by virtue of having no plans for Halloween-- was going to be either (a) if I had no time to put something together and/or came straight from work, to go as Liz Lemon, because I own the half of her wardrobe that doesn't bare cleavage or (b) Little Edie Beale, because shopping for that would be the funnest ever. I already have a skirt that I was going to wear as a turban; the hardest part would be finding the broach.
tommyrot - Oct 31, 2007 12:24:23 pm PDT #9664 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
So who here has has someone think you were in costume when you were just dressed the way you normally do? (Besides Jilli.)
When I was in college I had really long hair. Plus I wore round glasses and a black leather motorcycle jacket. So on Halloween I did get a few people asking what I was. One guessed Joey Ramone.
Atropa - Oct 31, 2007 12:28:17 pm PDT #9665 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
So who here has has someone think you were in costume when you were just dressed the way you normally do? (Besides Jilli.)
t tangent I went and visited some of the other editors. One of them walked up behind me and said, "Jillian, wearing your regular clothing doesn't count as a costume."
I turned around, to display a lot of blood splashed on my blouse and smudged on my face, at which point she jumped back and uttered a stifled shriek. I think this means I win.
t /tangent
Daisy Jane - Oct 31, 2007 12:29:07 pm PDT #9666 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I turned around, to display a lot of blood splashed on my blouse and smudged on my face, at which point she jumped back and uttered a stifled shriek. I think this means I win
YOU DO WIN!
sarameg - Oct 31, 2007 12:30:40 pm PDT #9667 of 10001
I think someone said boo too loudly at my database and it fainted. It's gone completely screwball! And everyone is leaving early to take their kids trick or treating. Fun! The new people are getting their first taste of "when things keep going very wrong."