Okay, the internet is for porn. I can't fight that. But the rest? Drives me up a wall. Anyone who sings "Everybody's a little bit racist" to me will get a groin strike.
On a normal day, to refill my pain meds, it takes minimum three phone calls and one email to be sure. Minimum. It's rarely minimum. On a day like today, I made upwards of ten calls, received three or four, and sent one email.
ONCE A FUCKING WEEK. And I have no idea of knowing which week will be which.
How am I supposed to do this from the office? All I want to do is not go to the ER. I consider my bar really pretty low.
Schadenfreude! Everyone's A Little Bit Racist! (even the show is racist...) There's a Fine, Fine Line! (unless that one's just me.)
Please don't hit me, ita.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to. Feel free to take krav classes in the interim to learn how to defend yourself. I'm not cruel.
Okay, I'm going to the pharmacy. Wish me luck.
There's a Fine Fine Line is wonderful (and in my range)
Could I make calls for you ita ?
It helps to hear the songs in context, I think. The point of "Everyone's A Little Bit Racist" is that these characters are actually pretty terrible people, not that the show is endorsing their POV.
(Ok, I may not have thought that when I first saw the show in 2001, but now that I'm no longer the same age as the main character, seeing the show again made me realize what a complete douchenozzle he is. Kate Monster too!)
Fuck you, lady! That's what stairs are for!
The point of "Everyone's A Little Bit Racist" is that these characters are actually pretty terrible people, not that the show is endorsing their POV.
Oh, sure.
My secret weapon against ita is hugging.
