Wouldn't the terrorizing part satisfy?
Up until the point I got fired.
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Wouldn't the terrorizing part satisfy?
Up until the point I got fired.
While searching in my desk for a paring knife to peel yet another defective banana, I found a little box of scalpel blades. Which worked quite well for my purposes. but I have no idea where they came from.
I never did find the paring knife. Which should be there.
I get hangry, like whoa. Also, I get, like, premptively hangry if I think someone is going to infringe on my lunchtime at work.
Me too! Also, if going out to eat, I feel better as soon as we're at the table, before we've even gotten anything.
Oh god, beer. I want beer.
You an' me both, sister.
Oh, c'mon. You could make the helmet say "Exterminate!" every time the dog barks....
And then you could stick the dog in front of a Pooch Portal.
Sits in the corner with Emily and MM. Waits 15 minutes. Gets up and goes for a beer on the way home.
I totally get hangry. When I tell people that I need to eat, I am not joking. When I start saying, "feed me, Seymour," I am firing a warning shot. It is not good to make me wait until I start mentioning how I'm ready to rip off someone's arm, beat them to death with it, and feast upon the remains.
Damn you Emily!
I'm eating one of the new frozen Trader Joe's roast beef paninis, which I was quite pleased with, because it is quite tasty (and only 290 calories) (unless you wrap it in a tortilla) (but that would be silly), but now all I can think of is how much better it would be with beer.
If you think 'Lesbian' is a funny but true adjective -- did you know that the proper name stuff associated with the planet Venus should be Venereal ?
How come I never see Ronald and his giant shopping cart in my grocery store?
And now we know tomorrow's weird dreams...
I totally get hangry. When I tell people that I need to eat, I am not joking. When I start saying, "feed me, Seymour," I am firing a warning shot. It is not good to make me wait until I start mentioning how I'm ready to rip off someone's arm, beat them to death with it, and feast upon the remains.
In this I am shrift. GF carries a granola bar around for this very purpose. Once I lost it in a Gap because I was HANGRY and they were playing the music way too LOUD!