Ugh, DJ.
Hey, Aims, had you caught the name of Christian Bale's daughter? [link]
You do well to flee, townspeople! I will pillage your lands and dwellings! I will burn your crops and make merry sport with your more attractive daughters! Ha ha ha! Mark my words! Ooh! Ale! I smell delicious ale!
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
P.M. Marc - Jul 21, 2008 9:57:29 am PDT #7814 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Aims - Jul 21, 2008 9:59:53 am PDT #7815 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I had not!! That is teh awesome!!
t preens
Funny TDK moment: Joe and I are driving to the theater. He has his fingers in his ears singing the movie theme song at the top of voice. Why? To drown out my singing "santa Fe" from Newsies at the top of mine.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 21, 2008 10:04:07 am PDT #7816 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Daisy Jane, I'm sorry the rehab intake experience was so rough. Much ~ma for your friend.
Barb - Jul 21, 2008 10:07:44 am PDT #7817 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
I'm HOME! OMG, I'm HOME! Of course, I have to leave again in twenty minutes, but it's to go pick up the puppies, who I have missed like WHOA and DAMN.
The cat stared at us as we trooped in, sauntered over to say hello, meowed piteously in that "You left me alone with only one human for ten days. Bastards." Purred ecstatically, then proceeded to ignore us, purring mightily the entire time.
Have I mentioned how happy I am to be back in the land of perpetual air-conditioning? And how happy I am to be going to SF next week where I don't have to worry about sweltering to death? And seeing peoples!
YAY Erin on pretty new smile. I need to have mine worked on a bit-- enamel's wearing off from the years of braces back in the day.
{{{Drew & K}}} Hope you're making it through the day, loves.
meara - Jul 21, 2008 10:08:23 am PDT #7818 of 10001
Aimee, the name of the first person to register a gun in DC: Amy McVay. She went under the radar of the newsmedia who were camped out, because she was a woman, so they didn't figure she was going in to the police station to register her gun. Cause she was a woman. OY.
omnis_audis - Jul 21, 2008 10:10:24 am PDT #7819 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
all the ~ma in the world for ND, PixK, & family!!! Dunno what else to say on that. Wish there was more.
Daisy Jane - Jul 21, 2008 10:12:12 am PDT #7820 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Thanks y'all. I think the worst bit was the girl who came out and bummed a smoke from G and told us how she needed to get off pot and crack because she has a daughter now who was almost a crack baby. It was just a really fucking bleak way to start off the week.
Putting it out of my brain now.
Barb - Jul 21, 2008 10:14:08 am PDT #7821 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Yargh.
{{DJ}} as well, just for starting the week out that way.
Go look at the baby bats. They're much less bleak.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 21, 2008 10:18:17 am PDT #7822 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Holy smokes, I'm so sleepy. My post-yoga energy has dissapated completely.
Daisy Jane - Jul 21, 2008 10:24:45 am PDT #7823 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Also less bleak? Gay Work Boyfriend brought in his grey poodle, Dorian, who is happily running from his desk to my desk to coworker's desk to other coworkers desk and back to Gay Work Boyfriend's desk (we have cubes that face each other and we've taken down the walls that seperate them so we can all talk), giving us all kisses.