is smug cause he's been there in my mind since 1987.
'Get It Done'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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.
Amy, I'm not loving the facial hair, but otherwise that is a smoldering pic. ...did I mention I love dorks? [link] If I weren't on the iPhone I'd find that horrifyingly awesome animated gif where his arm is in a cast and he's doing some strange dance.
Yes, I like 'em quirky.
Okay, if I was not under a (self-imposed) t-shirt-buying ban, I would buy this Think Geek shirt: [link].
Perkins and I both own that. I do wish it came in black, though.
You better run (and find me more Christina Hendricks).
If I must..
Well, some Buffista needs to own that....
Me!!! I already do.
is smug cause he's been there in my mind since 1987.
In 1987, he was not the Crusher I was crushing on.
In my children are strange news...
First, some background. When Kelly and I were driving last week, we came across a few restrooms with condom dispensers promising an exciting variety of styles. So, that became a quest, purchasing one from each machine. We ended up with a glow in the dark, black studded, and a tickler ring. Kelly ended up with the collection (as I live in NGA land).
So, today. CJ is playing with the Jenga blocks trying to build crazy towers. (Can you see where this is going?) Kelly's purse is sitting next to her and the first thing she grabs to throw at him is one of the condoms. When she realized what she grabbed, she paused to determine which would be the best one to throw. But then he built a shield, so the opportunity was lost.
Okay, if I was not under a (self-imposed) t-shirt-buying ban, I would buy this Think Geek shirt: [link].
Perkins and I both own that.
Exxxxxxxcellent. t /Mr. Burns
I'm having weird number age issues. I don't have those. It's disconcerting.
I can see a certain rugged similarity with the Bean and the Fillion.
Umm, yes. Admittedly I have been known to have A Type which is more or less that, but I will attest to a certain similarity. The Ackles, on the other hand, is forever and always a wacky 19th-century frontier disease in my mind.
In 1987, he was not the Crusher I was crushing on.
Mmmm, competent redhead.
Okay, two types.