My coworkers got into an extended discussion of root beer vs. sasparilla vs. sassafrass, and as a result, I am earwormed with "Love in an Elevator."
Oh my god. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!? Oh right, that would be me. Back to work.
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Dana - May 13, 2008 10:58:41 am PDT #6577 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
msbelle - May 13, 2008 11:01:27 am PDT #6578 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
mmmmm Steven Tyler.
bon bon - May 13, 2008 11:07:11 am PDT #6579 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Sorry for the delay, someone came in my office while I was looking at the American Gladiators' website.
Ten years ago, my future brother-in-law, who we'll call Broseph, was dating a girl who cheated on him with Bob Bob's best friend, who we'll call PP. Broseph had an acrimonious falling-out with PP, naturally. Cut to five years later. Bob Bob and I move to NYC, where PP lives. They reconnect and start hanging out, as do I. So now Bob Bob and PP and I are friends. Broseph grumbles that Bob Bob is betraying him by being friends with PP. When we get engaged, Broseph insists that we cannot invite our friend PP to the wedding, or else he (who is Bob Bob's best man) will not attend. Future MiL says she won't either. This was over a year ago. We have agonized over what to tell PP, who is planning on attending the wedding, while hoping that Broseph will change his mind. But I think we're going to have to disinvite PP, because Broseph is the kind of guy to start a fight at his brother's wedding. So we'll have to tell him soon, when the invites go out.
Bob Bob just informed me that the woman who slept with Broseph and PP was a contestant in the last episode of AG.
shrift - May 13, 2008 11:07:27 am PDT #6580 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I am earwormed with "Love in an Elevator."
God DAMN IT.
Sophia Brooks - May 13, 2008 11:13:50 am PDT #6581 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
mmmmm Steven Tyler.
Maybe you could have Steven Tyler on your salad instead of the oil? (I too am a fan...)
Vortex - May 13, 2008 11:15:07 am PDT #6582 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Bon, as much as we would hope that Broseph would grow the fuck up and not give you crap about inviting your friend to the wedding, I think that we all know what's going to happen here. Especially if Broseph would be so classless as to start a fight at his brother's wedding.
bon bon - May 13, 2008 11:19:10 am PDT #6583 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Yeah, it's a delicate situation where I don't want to give in to a completely unacceptable request, but in the context of family dynamics, I don't have a choice. Bob and his brother are very close, his brother just happens to be kind of a selfish asshole.
Steph L. - May 13, 2008 11:19:27 am PDT #6584 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
If you could invite the gladiatrix, that might make the inevitable wedding fight EVEN BETTER!
DavidS - May 13, 2008 11:20:15 am PDT #6585 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I like Teppy's solution.
Embrace the weirdness. Wear leather gauntlets to your wedding.
tommyrot - May 13, 2008 11:20:23 am PDT #6586 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
If you could invite the gladiatrix, that might make the inevitable wedding fight EVEN BETTER!
She could burst out of the wedding cake....