And Hil got it (sorry ... I wandered off for a bit). Brother school, Haverford.
'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
I vented to a coworker who pointed out, "you have to wish those people well. Wish them well... away from you."
I HAVE BEER!!!
So much better than a manifesto.
So much better than a manifesto.
VERY much better. If the Unabomber had just had a beer instead of a manifesto, he'd have been a much happier guy.
We have a woman in my office who nearly had hysterics at the idea of same-sex marriage. She used the "argument" that it would make man-woman marriage less valid. uh ... how? Got very vehement about it.
that sounds like an Olbermann joke.
If the Unabomber had beer ... he might not have been able to write a manifesto or build a bomb. Yay beer!
I do not have beer, but I do have chicken tikka masala.
I have chicken with creamy mushroom sauce.
Ugh, yeah, the "teaching our children" thing...y'know, some of those children are gay. And having to be taught by bigots isn't any better!
Aimee, you can often find nude fishnets at Target, too, but it depends on the season, I think.
I left the house two hours ago. Got coffee. Hopped on a bus. Went to the DMV, got my driving record (fastest DMV trip EVAH--I got a number, sat down, and they immediately called it). Walked a few blocks to Nordstrom Rack. Tried on a few shirts. Took the bus home. Am EXHAUSTED. WTF?