I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
Party like Y2K is about to get you?
I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows.
Simon ,'Safe'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
tommyrot - Jan 19, 2011 11:39:54 am PST #17638 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Tom Scola - Jan 19, 2011 11:39:56 am PST #17639 of 30001
hwæt
I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
It's just like partying now, except that all the dudes have goatees.
Gudanov - Jan 19, 2011 11:43:08 am PST #17640 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping
It's just like partying now, except that all the dudes have goatees.
And jobs.
billytea - Jan 19, 2011 11:50:28 am PST #17641 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Sure, but will we even remember how to party like it's 1999 by then?
Clearly, we need to prepare a time capsule containing a raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, and a little red corvette. (After some consideration, I decided that cream would be an inappropriate addition. As would the most beautiful girl in the world.)
§ ita § - Jan 19, 2011 11:59:59 am PST #17642 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Way back when, I once wanted to go for Halloween as a Prince song. Raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, pink cashmere coat, peaches and cream, yadda yadda. Then I realised no one I would be partying with would get the joke. I need new friends.
I'm not going to my sister's wedding. She wants to play musical chairs, so everyone has to sit with someone they don't know at some point in the reception. She got up to go speak to someone new during this last one (to get an idea, she said, of how traditionally Hasidic the goings on were). So she missed the Thriller dance and the second line. Serves her right.
Hil, in a Hasidic wedding, is it cheating for the guys to peer through the curtain at the women dancing? People on both sides looked pissed when the inevitable crossovers happened and some guys went over the to the chick side, and some chicks started humping guys on the guy side, but no one seemed to think peeking was against the rules.
erikaj - Jan 19, 2011 12:05:15 pm PST #17643 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Lisah, do the junkie hookers have to notify that cafe chick? Or is the underground economy safe from intellectual-property disputes.
tommyrot - Jan 19, 2011 12:05:36 pm PST #17644 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
lisah - Jan 19, 2011 12:12:23 pm PST #17645 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
Lisah, do the junkie hookers have to notify that cafe chick? Or is the underground economy safe from intellectual-property disputes.
hey, she just apologized to the city for that!
lisah - Jan 19, 2011 12:12:51 pm PST #17646 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
Apparently, it's a real product. In Japan.
Oh my friend is going to be carrying that at her store. Novelty packaged ramens.
Daisy Jane - Jan 19, 2011 12:14:52 pm PST #17647 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Way back when, I once wanted to go for Halloween as a Prince song. Raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, pink cashmere coat, peaches and cream, yadda yadda. Then I realised no one I would be partying with would get the joke. I need new friends.
With some sort of cat harness!
And now I need to steal this idea.