Simon ,'Out Of Gas'
[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.
You know in Star Wars when they jump into the garbage masher?
And they're all standing around complaining and bitching and thinking everybody else sucks? And then the walls start to move in just to make their day even worse?
And when that happens, you know how Chewie gives that really mournful, despairing growl/hoot thing he does?
Listen:
"RRRRRrrlllllllooooorrrrr!"
That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when the six fingered man killed my father. MiracleMan makes that sound now.
Dammit, I was totally about to make that same movie reference.
Also, Hil! flea! That's where my father is right now! Well, not right now. He might be asleep right now. But you know what I mean.
Who has 10 cake pans though? Would the first two layers get stale while you baked the next 8
Do the same thing I do when I bake a Dobosh Torte. Bake 3 layers and then, using a very sharp knife, cut each layer into 3-4 smaller layers. Hella lot easier than 3 tablespoons into a layer pan and just try getting that out once you have to.
It occurs to me I've been nothing but a whiny little bitch today. Sorry, campers.
To make up for it: Missing NY Pastor Found in Ohio Strip Club
I feel sad for the preacher but it was worth it to follow this link
and you are the cleverest whiny little bitch I've ever had the pleasure of sharing internet space with, MM. No need to apologize for necessary venting.
I can't walk by our new Indiana Jones standee without grinning like a schoolgirl. I was actually 12 when I first saw Raiders and when I look at Indy up there with that lopsided grin I am again in love with him.
Qestion: what makes you 12 again?
edit: well it's not so much a grin but it is lopsided
I just finished writing the rough draft for my post for my library's blog. For tomorrow. April fool's day. I went with silly, I hope it works. Up until now all our post have been relatively straight.
I seldom miss Chicago as much as I do on April Fools Day. I wonder what WXRT will be up to tomorrow. I'll never forget the year my boss came storming into the restaurant in a fury, "can you believe XRT is going to be pay radio?!?!!" Little did we know that wouldn't be so much of a joke today.
"Wow, this has gotten so big, with some many gals working here now!"
The word "gals" is such a nails on a chalkboard one for me. HATE IT. See also, the term "girl's night."
I've never had the Smith Island cake either and I've been here for 10 years!
