Remember the Maine seems more appropriate as a defense of blueberries.
Faith: A kid. Angel's got a kid. Wesley: Connor. Faith: A teenage kid born last year. Wesley: I told you, he grew up in a hell dimension. Faith: Right. And what, Cordelia spent her last summer as… Wesley: A divine being. Faith: Uh-huh. Can I just ask--What the hell are you people doing?
'Why We Fight'
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.
-t - Apr 25, 2011 3:09:54 pm PDT #5245 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
meara - Apr 25, 2011 3:12:01 pm PDT #5246 of 30001
54'40 or fight!
(What, we're just shouting old jingoistic slogans now, right?)
Jesse - Apr 25, 2011 3:12:45 pm PDT #5247 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It's nice, feeling liked and safe in my workplace. Strange and unfamiliar, but nice.
That's so great, JZ. You deserve it!
I continue to be sad there is no place near me to run and get bun and cheese, or even a pattie.
Hil R. - Apr 25, 2011 3:16:23 pm PDT #5248 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Tippecanoe and Tyler too!
tommyrot - Apr 25, 2011 3:21:25 pm PDT #5249 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.
Don't change dicks in mid-screw!
eta: That was an anti-Nixon slogan.
Sue - Apr 25, 2011 3:25:12 pm PDT #5250 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Sue - Apr 25, 2011 3:25:12 pm PDT #5251 of 30001
hip deep in pie
What about the lingonberry scone, then?
flea - Apr 25, 2011 3:39:43 pm PDT #5252 of 30001
information libertarian
That would be the skoone (with an umlaut.) From Ikea.
Aims - Apr 25, 2011 3:42:13 pm PDT #5253 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aimee and flea have the same brain - pass it on.
sarameg - Apr 25, 2011 3:48:14 pm PDT #5254 of 30001
Jumping to the end to announce Mister Kitty is home. With his sugars under control and a round of antibiotics.
I am so glad I moved him back to Mt. Washington. The Pet ER was bound and determined to figure out what caused this, whereas me & my vet's attitude toward Mister Kitty is to just get him stabilized and since he did have small signs of infection, antibiotics. Trying to find out what was infected is kinda over the top.
He meowed and purred for me. Which he hadn't done since Sunday morning. He's asleep on the couch with me.