You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!  

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.


Allyson - Jul 25, 2008 5:16:10 am PDT #9445 of 10003
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Hey all, if I quit my job today in a fit of complete frustration, will you all support me financially until I find a new one?

I promise to look REALLY HARD.


Lee - Jul 25, 2008 5:20:33 am PDT #9446 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Happy Birthday VW!

Happy Anniversary, Barb!

Sure, Allyson!


Cashmere - Jul 25, 2008 5:24:31 am PDT #9447 of 10003
Now tagless for your comfort.

Just 4 hours with a wiggleworm is DAUNTING. Oddly, I'd rather drive to Ohio.

Oh, I'd rather have my fingernails yanked out than go with my kids on a plane! Not that my driving experience is that much better (although the kids are starting to get the hang of our 8 hour drive to Indiana).

Allyson, I totally would.


Matt the Bruins fan - Jul 25, 2008 5:38:51 am PDT #9448 of 10003
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

HMOG, the woman in line in front of me at the hospital cafeteria today asked for SEVEN orders of bacon. It was all I could do not to tell her "cardiac center is down the hall to the right."


tommyrot - Jul 25, 2008 5:43:16 am PDT #9449 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

HMOG, the woman in line in front of me at the hospital cafeteria today asked for SEVEN orders of bacon.

My theory is she's about to embark on a world cruise on a kosher ocean liner, and thus will be deprived of bacon for half a year....


lisah - Jul 25, 2008 5:51:18 am PDT #9450 of 10003
Punishingly Intricate

HMOG, the woman in line in front of me at the hospital cafeteria today asked for SEVEN orders of bacon.

Maybe she was getting bacon for all her friends?

Happy birthday, VW! And happy anniversary, Barb!


Nora Deirdre - Jul 25, 2008 5:59:34 am PDT #9451 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

HMOG, the woman in line in front of me at the hospital cafeteria today asked for SEVEN orders of bacon.

Well, bacon *is* goddamn delicious. Why not, if you've got a hankering?


tommyrot - Jul 25, 2008 6:04:53 am PDT #9452 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I don't remember - have we talked about this?

e-MANcipate! is a project to accelerate the acceptance of male pantyhose as a regular clothing item.


Daisy Jane - Jul 25, 2008 6:05:45 am PDT #9453 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Happy birthday, vw! Glad your new year is starting out well.

(BTW, my facebook status was totally directed at you)

Waffle House wedding [link]


Barb - Jul 25, 2008 6:15:37 am PDT #9454 of 10003
“Not dead yet!”

The worst experience I ever had traveling with a child, wasn't one of my own. I not-so-affectionately call that the "Jeffrey flight" after the infamous Cosby skit.

In terms of traveling with my own kids, I've either blocked out the memories or they weren't that bad-- the sucking on something is absolutely essential. You should also check ahead of time to see if the Benadryl experiment works on your particular kids. I had a friend of mind who was flying to Japan with two kids under the age of four and her pediatrician had recommended that she give the kids Benadryl to knock them out.

Good thing she did a test run beforehand, because her kids are among the small percentage who get hyped like crack monkeys on the stuff.