Oddly enough, the cow-head-mailing guy ended up reconciling with his wife....
Maybe it was the dozen roses he had sticking out of the neck stump.
You like ships. You don't seem to be looking at the destinations. What you care about is the ships, and mine's the nicest.
Kaylee ,'Serenity'
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
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.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 09, 2008 9:00:44 am PST #1854 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
§ ita § - Jan 09, 2008 9:01:55 am PST #1855 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
the amount he spends is gonna be more than she makes, at least for the sex he might have with her at the whorehouse
She's not just doing him, though. Her nightly take is liable to be larger than what he spends.
tommyrot - Jan 09, 2008 9:04:00 am PST #1856 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.
She's not just doing him, though. Her nightly take is liable to be larger than what he spends.
Well yeah, I was referring to just the sex that he might have with her (or some other prostitute.) So to maximize their money, she should continue to work "outside the home" during the time she's not having sex with her husband.
tommyrot - Jan 09, 2008 9:04:38 am PST #1857 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.
Maybe it was the dozen roses he had sticking out of the neck stump.
He mailed the cow's head to his wife's lover, not his wife.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 09, 2008 9:06:59 am PST #1858 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
D'oh. Second reading comprehension error I've made and posted on in the last five minutes (points to Boxed Set).
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 09, 2008 9:07:49 am PST #1859 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
FCM: Pirates, Cavemen, Astronauts
Are we talking John Crichton Astronauts, or diaper-wearing kidnapper Astronauts? All crazies are not behotted equally...
§ ita § - Jan 09, 2008 9:09:27 am PST #1860 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
That Myspace impersonator issue was on my mind while I was watching a Cold Case Tivo grabbed for me last night. On it, the girl's mother was online pretending to be her and pouring out her heart to a slightly older guy. The girl got involved a couple times when things came into meatspace--a note, a flower, a phone call, but most of the communication wasn't her.
So very messed up.
Nutty - Jan 09, 2008 9:10:11 am PST #1861 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I think the FCM difference is definitely made over whether the sailors are gentlemen-yachters or dudes who run around the bowels of an aircraft carrier. Because, the former have nice muscles (if they pull their own lines) and the latter have nice swearing skills.
(I'm still not convinced race car driving is even a sport, any more than chess is a sport; and anyway, do they have any incentive toward nice muscles? I don't want to invest in a race car driver and then find, when he strips off the jumpsuit, that he's got a wafflefanny underneath.)
§ ita § - Jan 09, 2008 9:10:58 am PST #1862 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't want to invest in a race car driver and then find, when he strips off the jumpsuit, that he's got a wafflefanny underneath.
Don't have him take off the jumpsuit. Not all the way, anyway.
Nutty - Jan 09, 2008 9:11:26 am PST #1863 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Hello! Chafing!