Well, I think Connie thinks it sounds like fun.
Well, of course she does!
Blonde Zombies!
Death Rays! On their friggin' heads! Their BLONDE heads!
What's not fun about that?
'Underneath'
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Well, I think Connie thinks it sounds like fun.
Well, of course she does!
Blonde Zombies!
Death Rays! On their friggin' heads! Their BLONDE heads!
What's not fun about that?
Happy Birthday, askye!
Radcliffe gve the TOny for best Play, and our friend Tracy won it!
That's so cool! Congrats to your friend.
I decided to suck it up and pay the out-of-network fees for the kids' pediatrician. It's been an ouch, but I can't find a better office in the area.
I may have accidentally ended a relationship today. Also, I have to get up at two in the morning to stand naked in a field with seven hundred other naked people.
Jars, I'm sorry about the first, but the second sounds intriguing.
Yes, it sounds like the first problem can be solved by the second.
it sounds like the first problem can be solved by the second
So standing around naked in a crowd of other naked people is a good problem-solving technique? Will there be a management handbook, with attendent workshops, on the technique?
edit: There was one recently about a shirt and a naked man, but I don't think it's the same thing.
Or perhaps standing around naked with 700 other people gives you the potential for a whole bunch of NEW relationships.
DJ, I'm sorry about your friend.
GC, congrats!
Um, and other stuff. There was skimming.
JZ, did you audition on Saturday? I went at 9 A.M., and, amusingly, I saw Juliana's theatre résumé in the fax machine. "Hey, I know her!" I said. I also talked to the author afterward. Turns out her boyfriend is in Juliana's show. Now it all makes sense! Sort of.
PC, keep your mother away from the Washington Post. She might get ideas ... erm, more ideas.
Or perhaps standing around naked with 700 other people gives you the potential for a whole bunch of NEW relationships.
yes, that's what I was trying to say.
PC, keep your mother away from the Washington Post. She might get ideas ... erm, more ideas.
Dude, I was just talking with a friend about an Indian wedding she had gone to and asked if they'd had an elephant! I totally want an elephant!
I think you should take a stand, P-C. Tell your mother the only way you'll do an arranged marriage is if you get to have an elephant.