I wish I had a pants-stapler and a root.
Right. Piano. Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time. No, wait. That was a rocket launcher.
Xander ,'Touched'
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.
flea - Feb 12, 2008 8:56:21 am PST #9017 of 10001
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shrift - Feb 12, 2008 8:57:36 am PST #9018 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
That's the kind of thing that just makes your day extra-special crappy, though.
My day is totally extra-special crappy. I spilled Diet Coke all over myself, the structural integrity of my pants failed to hold, and thanks to Chicago turning into Hoth, my sinuses are in revolt.
Bah.
amych - Feb 12, 2008 8:58:13 am PST #9019 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I wish I had a pants-stapler and a root.
No root 4 u!
Glamcookie - Feb 12, 2008 8:59:17 am PST #9020 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Outing myself as dummy: what is the root thing about? I see it, it seems funny, but I know not what it is.
Scrappy - Feb 12, 2008 9:02:18 am PST #9021 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I am having a crap week mayself. I got home on Sunday from mom's after 12 hours of travel hell. That evening our neighbor reported that someone seemed to be selling drugs outside our house, so there was calling police (they appear to have been scared away, luckily). After bad sleep due to sinuses which are still in revolt, my car wouldn't start and is now in the shop. I have a zillion meetings this week plus all the paperwork that piled up while I was gone, so it looks like I'll be working this weekend. Feh, I say.
tommyrot - Feb 12, 2008 9:05:20 am PST #9022 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.
Warning: Cthuloid Sexual Predators in Area
Just remember: No one has a right to touch you in your bathing suit area. I don't care if they're a Great Old One or not.
DavidS - Feb 12, 2008 9:05:48 am PST #9023 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I spilled Diet Coke all over myself
Scalding hot Diet Coke?
shrift - Feb 12, 2008 9:06:02 am PST #9024 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Outing myself as dummy: what is the root thing about? I see it, it seems funny, but I know not what it is.
Betsy: The building with the cookies is having a fire evacuation.
No cookie for me.
I went for a walk around the lagoon.
A walk is not a cookie.
I returned to the vending machine. They were out of Peanut M&Ms, so I got Plain. Then I went upstairs.
We don't have any unflavored fizzy water. We only have artificial berry-flavored.
My plans for the remainder of the afternoon: Sulk.
Allyson: So in third world speak, it'd be all:
I went out to get an egg this morning but some sort of beast ate my hen, so I had to suck on the same root I had yesterday.
Then I decided to walk to the watering hole to get a bucket of water to start boiling leaves for that friggin' whooping cough that won't let up, and tripped over my 8th youngest kid, who succumbed to the ebola.
It's just not my day.
bon bon: Did I tell you all about my rich neighbor who has a chicken and seven kids? She's really got it made. Me, I'm a spinster. I WISH I had some root and a husband. At least I have one leg to take me past my daily stoning.
Glamcookie - Feb 12, 2008 9:07:48 am PST #9025 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
HA! Glad I asked!
tommyrot - Feb 12, 2008 9:15:31 am PST #9026 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.