We call it the tuchal region around my house.
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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.
HaHA. Great minds.
OMG, PEOPLE DOWNSTAIRS TURN DOWN THE BASS! I realize it's only 6pm, but JESUS CHRIST THE THUMPING IS OUT OF CONTROL.
Hrmph.
Bah. My one neighborhood bookstore was all sold out of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
I've also rewritten You Are My Sunshiine (You are my pooch-ness, my poochin' smoochness. You make me haa-ppeee when I smooch your snoot.)
I do that with "Found a Peanut." (Found a Leifur, found a Leifur, found a Leeeeeeeifur right here.) It is infinitely expandable, if not of Sondheim standard.
Found a Bboy, found a Beboy, found a Beeboy right here...
Yup, that works.
The collection grows.
I do not sing to the cats.
I just give them stupid nicknames. Bubba, Boyo, Old Man, Meester, Devi-doo, Baby Girl, Mimi, Sweet Bitchy Kitty, Lokis, Lokes, Little Man, Ki-TEN.
Cadie rickrolled me!
Cadie rickrolled me!
hahahahahahhaha....
You do realize that 3 years ago that entire sentence would be meaningless. Aren't the interwebs grand?