you know, it reminds me of "Unhappy Birthday" by the Smiths
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Mooshu is a dog. Update your files.
Mooshu would also be an apt name for a potbellied pig.
Only if you were planning to eat him with scallion pancakes.
[link] is an article that discusses a study that shows a genetic variation linked to weight gain for those who are less active. It's a study of Amish people - and apparently, those who have the variation and get 3-4 HOURS of moderate physical activity during the day - brisk walking, housework, etc. weigh all of FIFTEEN POUNDS less than those Amish with it who get the least physical activity.
Or us, replacing comics with Monty Python.
This is us, with the addition of bits from Princess Bride. Plus Daniel's attempts to Bob-Dylanize random pop songs.
Our wedding even had a Princess Bride moment when the officiant completely by accident said, "I give you this wing."
I believe I would pay good money for an officiant who could sustain the impression through the entire ceremony. Well, maybe just for the rehearsal.
So, the nephrologist does not think she's improving, though he's less convinced she's had a stroke. Her temp is going back up, so they're doing another round of cultures.
Guess work in white coats.
If no other good comes from this, at least it will make episodes of House seem a bit more realistic.
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Cat~ma for Percy.
Kermit waves to Vortex.
Alas, they don't seem to have 'Hum Along', which I have now found on YouTube and discovered I like VERY much, as it features pirates.
You can rip songs off of YouTube, Fay.
David -- my cat is sick I've spent most of the day worried -- having a place to talk has kept me sane
I'm sorry, beth. I didn't mean to belittle your concern for your cat.
Only if you were planning to eat him with scallion pancakes.
I named a fish Sushi*.
*Didn't go well. Cat fished.
Ack, awkward moment to mention a former cat. It was pescicidal, if that helps?
Ack, awkward moment to mention a former cat. It was pescicidal, if that helps?
Aren't they all? I have pretty strong cartoon memories of alley cats contentedly strolling down the garbage buffet and placing fish skeletons on their trash can lid trays.
Well, at a buffet, sure. But how many tabbies actually go crabbing or hook a bluefin?
Seafood dreams seem a little like kitty porn.