What does a "pro-marriage" billboard look like?
A picture of the Olympic Marrying Team with a big red AMATURES stamped diagonally across it? And then some "don't let this happen to you" text?
::snerk::
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.
What does a "pro-marriage" billboard look like?
A picture of the Olympic Marrying Team with a big red AMATURES stamped diagonally across it? And then some "don't let this happen to you" text?
::snerk::
Is it just me, or does Saxby Chambliss sound like a name made up for a bad faux-Austen novel?
If only he were a fiction.
If only he were a fiction.
I'd settle for him losing.
I wonder what they are really worshiping there.
I'm thinking "mammon"? Or possibly "home schooling"?
(No offense intended to the home-schooled present -- we can see the competence of your teachers. I am confident your Mom never taught you about Jesus Horses.)
Since we were quoting from "Overheard in the Office" the other day, and since I get the feeling some people could use a bit of distraction - "Overheard at the Beach"
Busty tan blonde in yellow bikini, surrounded by 8 beautiful gay men drinking champagne and smoking pot: I mean, we should really just take a picture of this, and put it on a postcard: "Welcome to Venice Beach, bitches."
NYCistas - someone in my office just asked me if I know anyone who would be interested in a receptionist/office manager job at an architect firm in Manhattan. If you or someone you know are interested send me your information and I will pass it on. I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE SALARY OR THE PERSONALITIES involved.
OMG, this one team I've been working with since spring is making me mental! What do I have to do to get them to comprehend the meaning of "FINAL VERSION." I'm maybe a third of the way through after a month. I do not want to redo that third because they cannot comprehend the meaning of FINAL.
Lots of asscaps. Deep breaths, people, deep breaths.
I think I shall have pancakes for lunch today, when lunchie time rolls around. And then go back to paperwork. My apartment looks like Levenger's exploded in it, but with less leather.
We're currently having a bit of controversy about some ads - they're from the humanist society (lower-cased because I'm not sure of the exact name and I'm too lazy to check). Anyway, they've bought space on the sides of the buses. They read "You don't have to believe in a god. Be good for goodness' sake." Some people are outraged, most just want their bus to come (yes, some prayer may be involved).