Well, she hardly had a Creosote-worthy meal to precede the mint. And while it was thin, we don't know that it was wafer-thin. Perhaps it was merely Girl Scout thin. Or possibly one-molecule-wide thin. We just don't know!
'Underneath'
Natter 57 Varieties
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.
It's the mint at the end that will kill you.
That, or the salmon mousse.
I have an open request in Apocalypse, people who can help please contact me at CaBil@aol.com
We now return to your regularly scheduled thread.
Is fifth-grader Kenton Stufflebeam smarter than the Smithsonian?
What a great name! Kenton Stufflebeam, you are destined for greatness.
(I read a fanfic story once in which somebody used "Alfonso Hoogaboom" for an alias, and that was almost as good.)
I do not have sufficient brainpower to do all the things I need to do today. This vexes me.
Oh, my god, Dana. Today just got worse. I need to forward you an e-mail.
Uh-oh. I go poke my inbox.
And got your e-mail. Oh. MY GOD.
ETA: HA HA NEVER MIND. Yes.
Happy Birthday Tom!