Jesse, is today your boss' last day, or have I missed that?
It is today! Yay!
Also, the Pope apparently just went by our office, but just in a regular limo, not the Popemobile.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
Jesse, is today your boss' last day, or have I missed that?
It is today! Yay!
Also, the Pope apparently just went by our office, but just in a regular limo, not the Popemobile.
Happy Birthday beth!
just in a regular limo, not the Popemobile.
god, it's like he doesn't understand what it means to be the Pope at all!
I wish I was getting a facial today my skin feels icky. But i'll be getting one from my aesthetician friend when I'm out in SF in May so I wanted to try some other spa service.
ION, one of the rollerderby girls here started a blog to celebrate the bigger ladies of derby. It's all about body image and issues around what it means to be athletic without having a stereotypically "athletic" body shape or size. As a curvy lady who has gotten more and more sporty over the last few years I can really relate.
So every Friday she has been featuring a fine derby ass with pictures and a little story about the skater. This Friday she is featuring non-derby (or civilian) booty! I sent her two examples of the fine, fine booty on my bike team (me and our volunteer coordinator who is a yoga instructor)! See!!
I would have sold my chometz to *you* instead of the ramdon non-Jewish person the rabbi we talked to had chosen.
Why do you need to sell cookies?
I think that's the rule. When getting rid of chometz, you have to sell it, or else it could be like a "pretend" gift, and there would be the potential for takebacks. Selling it is really getting rid of it.
I swear I would only charge in smoochies.
just in a regular limo, not the Popemobile.
god, it's like he doesn't understand what it means to be the Pope at all!
Maybe he was in his secret identity; billionaire playboy John Ratzinger, whose parents were horribly humiliated by a street-mime when young John was a mere lad.
Angered by the experience, driven to vengeance, he trained his mind and body to near perfection, working his way up through the ranks of the mysterious Vatican organization and learning their secrets so he could emerge as the vigilante defender of the innocent: POPEMAN! THE FISHERMAN'S KNIGHT! THE BIG-HATTED CRUSADER!
Now he prowls the nighttime rooftops of the city, stopping crimes, punishing muggers and disrupting street theater in all its ugyl, myriad forms with a stunning array of theological gadgets coupled with unstoppable physical might and an indomitable intellect.
He is vengeance.
He is the night.
He is...POPEMAN!
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Or maybe his waving hand got tired and he just wanted to sit back behind some tinted glass and sip some sacramental wine without having to mug for the tourists.
POPEMAN!
My mind boggles at the possible superpowers. None I can offer, I fear, without offering offense. Still, I love the idea of the Big Hat Crusader. He's invented super strong double-sided tape to keepy the big peaky hat on while fighting crime. Ballroom dancers and saucy starlets consider him a god.
If anyone else watched last night's Colbert Report and enjoyed it as much as I did, there's an excellent taping report here.
I'm going to call my mom and make sure she catches the rerun tonight.
THE INFALLIBLE POPE!
POPEMAN!
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