Mom finally watched my game show. She says, "great job! You look really smart."
I lost.
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
Laga - Apr 07, 2008 10:28:31 am PDT #3495 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
lisah - Apr 07, 2008 10:32:13 am PDT #3496 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
he responds back that it is her and people have been telling him not to propose because she's not cute.
oh dear lord. How old is this person? 15ish? Certainly too young to be getting married! jesus
omnis_audis - Apr 07, 2008 10:32:30 am PDT #3497 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
you should not visit this site unless you want to waste time playing trivia tic-tac-toe. [link]
As I learned from the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia, Ben Franklin was the fucking shit.I agree. He is top of my list for "if you could go back in time and have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be?" Hello! Electricity! Gulf Stream! Reinventing the postal system. Founding Father. sooo much more.
Sean K - Apr 07, 2008 10:36:25 am PDT #3498 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Hello! Electricity! Gulf Stream! Reinventing the postal system. Founding Father. sooo much more.
Freethinker (advanced even for his time and his compatriots). Partier. Shrewd diplomat. Member of the Hellfire Club.
Maria - Apr 07, 2008 10:36:35 am PDT #3499 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Belated....but happy birthdays to Stephanie, Amy, and Annabel! I hope you all had wonderful days.
Much ~ma to Susan and her mother, as well as the PMM family. Cancer can fuck off and die.
edited for sense-making.
Daisy Jane - Apr 07, 2008 10:38:13 am PDT #3500 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
oh dear lord. How old is this person? 15ish? Certainly too young to be getting married! jesus
He's older than I am. The terminology is mine. I just boiled it down for posting's sake. I think the sentiment comes more from some of the people he works with-good ol' boy lawyers. (Nothing against lawyers, or even southern ones, but there seems to be something about the ones from these parts that means they expect to have a Carrie Underwood look-alike on their arms)
Ginger - Apr 07, 2008 10:39:29 am PDT #3501 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Dear Daisy's Friend,
You should not get married until you stop asking other people whether you should propose and you get new friends. Also, if you do propose, I kind of hope she turns you down because you're not cute enough.
Polter-Cow - Apr 07, 2008 10:41:53 am PDT #3502 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Hello! Electricity! Gulf Stream! Reinventing the postal system. Founding Father. sooo much more.
Freethinker (advanced even for his time and his compatriots). Partier. Shrewd diplomat. Member of the Hellfire Club.
And just for kicks, he invented swimfins. And bifocals.
JZ - Apr 07, 2008 10:43:02 am PDT #3503 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oddly, I've got a Ben Franklin quote right at my elbow, on the copywright page of one of Rosemary Wells's Bunny Planet books. From a letter he wrote to one of his nephews in 1771:
It is the first duty of a flagging spirit to seek renewal in the latitudes of whimsy. I, for one, dream on beyond the five planets to a world without wickedness; verdant, mild, and populated by amiable lapins.
He should be on any sane person's Dinner With Anyone From History short list; it'd definitely be one of those dinners where nobody wanted to stop talking and listening long enough to actually eat and all the food got cold and congealed, but you wouldn't even notice being hungry because the conversation had been so fantastic. Though all the beer probably wouldn't hurt either.
And, in other news, I send Sean armloads of tacklehugs. I think of you almost every time I look at Matilda now; I see her head of wispy hair and remember you and S. visiting and your story of how you loved your little sister and how terribly you resented the hair that finally grew because it took away her extra-lovable "baby head," and I love you all over again.
Daisy Jane - Apr 07, 2008 10:43:26 am PDT #3504 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It kills me, because this is not the him I know.