All sympathies, Gud and Daisy.
Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
Fred Pete - Apr 20, 2011 9:45:46 am PDT #4332 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Lee - Apr 20, 2011 9:47:45 am PDT #4333 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Adding my sympathies and job-ma to the pile, Gud and Daisy.
Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2011 9:50:28 am PDT #4334 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I'll be fine one way or the other. Gud needs the ~ma. I just feel depressed about it.
juliana - Apr 20, 2011 9:51:36 am PDT #4335 of 30001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Adding my sympathies and job-ma to the pile, Gud and Daisy.
Me, too.
Daisy, is it possible to get a scooter or something?
Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2011 9:53:50 am PDT #4336 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
An hour and a half seems a long time on a scooter (even if I knew how to ride). This is what it is [link]
DavidS - Apr 20, 2011 9:56:25 am PDT #4337 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Oh, I'm sorry Jilli!
This is not a good news day.
erikaj - Apr 20, 2011 9:57:08 am PDT #4338 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!
No. So sorry, everyone.
Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2011 9:58:25 am PDT #4339 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh no, Jilli! I am so sorry. I think we all need a retreat to buffista island.
-t - Apr 20, 2011 9:58:47 am PDT #4340 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Oh, Jilli, I'm sorry.
Lee - Apr 20, 2011 9:59:17 am PDT #4341 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
oh Jilli, I am so sorry.