Gudanov in Natter:
I went to type in pandora.com and accidentally typed paranoid.com. The website looks unremarkable, but I think they are hiding something.
Xander ,'Empty Places'
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Gudanov in Natter:
I went to type in pandora.com and accidentally typed paranoid.com. The website looks unremarkable, but I think they are hiding something.
Steph L: I'm not saying that the swine (or any) flu is nothing to worry about, that we should all go about blithely licking doorknobs and asking people to cough on us. But there's a lot of overreaction going on already, and it does no one any good.
Steph again, in Bitches:
Vice-Presidents don't let Presidents dress like the Crow.
No context necessary
Steph L.: Vice-Presidents don't let Presidents dress like the Crow.
(I'm leaving the x-post b/c it is just that funny!)
Bitches:
Sparky1: ::turns and runs from thread as fast as 37+ week belly will allow::
billytea: It won't work! He's calling from inside your uterus!
In Bitches, on using a blender for the first time.
Scrappy
It's like using a toaster--not a task which requires more than, say, 15 seconds of "learning."
Teppy:
Toaster OVEN, though -- YEARS of study, my friend. YEARS.
Noise Design: I think the first question here is can you successfully feed yourself without vicodin and without the blender, once that has been established then we can begin to add variables one at a time.
DavidS
"Limp and lactating is no way to go through life, son."
shrift, calli, natter
shrift: So it turns out that SHOUT Wipes do a fairly decent job at cleaning blood stains.
Calli: I'll remember this for the next all-staff meeting.
In Movies:
Steph L.: Oh, no no no. Never dis The Goonies!!!
DavidS: Not only do I dis it, I pull off its head and shit down its neck.
Then I put it inside a turducken and deep fry it. When it's golden brown and crispy, I deface it with magic markers, mocking it in pidgin French and then I bury it in a box in a hole with an atomic powered iPod set to play Celine Dion in an endless loop.