And apparently "sweater scuds" and some other stuff. I had to bring up Urban Dictionary and then do a dramatic reading.
Well, I didn't HAVE to, but you know, that's my value-added.
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.
And apparently "sweater scuds" and some other stuff. I had to bring up Urban Dictionary and then do a dramatic reading.
Well, I didn't HAVE to, but you know, that's my value-added.
I thought they were called "sweater puppies".
Presumably, "sweaterpuppet" is the diminutive.
What's a sweaterpuppet? Or sweater puppy?
I thought they were boobs.
The last 10 posts are making me giggle uncontrollably.
Does it scream how sad my life is that I wouldn't mind that?
Snuggling with sociopaths? er, um, huh?
Oh, who hasn't felt at least one pang of attraction to a sociopath? Stop lying to yourself.
I think this button (rude) is missing from FB this morning.
I thought they were boobs.
Sock puppets are boobs. Sweater puppets are boobies.
(And now cue up the image link to blue-footed boobies, which are not in fact sweater puppets.)
I got the friend request too, and like y'all assumed that the post to the pseudicide made Gus all reminiscy about good times. Which really? Almost as pathetic as it is creepy.
Talking about stuff it occurs to me to talk about isn't a waste of my energy. You reading it might be a waste of yours, but I stand by this being an indulgence that costs little and works out quite fine.
That's totally fair.
In completely different news - breathing rocks!