We just want truth, we want fairness, we want balance.
As long as I say it's the truth and fair and balanced.
Twat.
First of all, 'Posse?' Passé
Cordelia ,'Potential'
Natter 61*
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.
Barb - Oct 04, 2008 7:53:14 am PDT #2495 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Steph L. - Oct 04, 2008 7:54:43 am PDT #2496 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
We just want truth, we want fairness, we want balance.
And always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!
Laura - Oct 04, 2008 7:58:48 am PDT #2497 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Puke.
That about sums it up. I watched the debate. If she never grants an interview it would be ok with me. Spare me please.
{{Cash}} Eeep! Be safe.
I'm working. As usual.
Cashmere - Oct 04, 2008 8:01:48 am PDT #2498 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I want coherent English and a tow truck.
And a pony.
Cashmere - Oct 04, 2008 8:02:03 am PDT #2499 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I want coherent English and a tow truck.
And a pony.
Ginger - Oct 04, 2008 8:03:54 am PDT #2500 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Tow truck now. Coherent English later. Hey, maybe they'll send a tow pony?
Seriously, that sucks. I hope the tow truck gets there soon.
Scrappy - Oct 04, 2008 8:05:04 am PDT #2501 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Poor Cash! I hope the truck is there and you are getting some help.
brenda m - Oct 04, 2008 8:09:23 am PDT #2502 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
And a pony.
To get home?
Cashmere - Oct 04, 2008 8:10:06 am PDT #2503 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Not yet. But the upside is that I've got you guys to keep me company.
Lee - Oct 04, 2008 8:14:28 am PDT #2504 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ugh, Cashmere. Sorry about the suck.