Sophia...well, yes.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm sorry about your dog, lisa.
Flea, I'm glad you're home.
Health~ma to your mom, Cashmere. UTIs suck.
I just got back from drinks with Amych, Smonster, Corwood Industries, Ms. Industries, and an industrial friend whose name I immediately forgot. Lovely people, all.
Cash, quick heal-ma to your mom. flea, glad you're safe home, after all the meshugges. Loki...well you can't help if you act your name, now can you. msbelle, may the power of brown and fluevog avail you of success.
I'm post-er-riffic right now, but Facebook cracks me up! I am "friends" with my students, and I just discovered that my student wore an evening dress from the costume shop to her senior ball. I could care less, frankly, but I really hope she had it drycleaned before putting it back. My costume teacher would have had a FIT.
Epstein? Washington?
IN THE GIANT FAN!!! Mwahahaha.
I think I just got that you were suggesting he was in the house fan that scares you. Me=slow. And he can't get up there!
Man, I need to put in a call to get that checked out. I could really use the shit out of that thing.
That one guy? Who isn't Kotter or barbarino? Does he/she mean Horshack?
Freddie Boom Boom Washington, obviously.
A lovely time was had with the Industries, Martin friend-of-industry, Calli, and smonster, although it's crazy to think I hadn't seen Cor in person in something close to a decade.
So sorry about Frank, lisah.
Yeah. Although I think I found what I wanted-- the Monteleone.
Carousel bar!
Dinner was lovely, and the industrial friend's name is Martin iirc. I foresee Ms. Industries and amyth and I having looong sustainability gabfests.
Lisah, so sorry about your Frank.
msbelle, strength to you.
Glad flea got home okay.
Epstein? Washington?
"No, 'cause I do this:" (mimics standup bass) boom, boom, boom, boomboomboom
Aww, Little Juan. Truefax. Many's the time I offered to write an excuse for a kid who'd lingered at our house past curfew. I signed them StY's or StE's mother.
"Ooh! Ooh! It's a very popular name. It means 'the cattle are dying.'"