You can map "Jensen Ackles" to the siren sound in Prometheus.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
o-a, I've been shuffling through giant stacks of paper all day, and now I can't stop muttering, "Sherman... T... POTTER" to myself.
SCORE!!! What do I win? Don't worry, I'll be thinking it all morning. Just need to make sure, I spell *MY* name correctly, and not slip in a Sherman T Potter by accident. Funny how the brain works sometimes.
ION- I got almost nothing done today. Brain just can not focus on anything. Hmm, I wonder why? I will call it "Happy Anxiety".
SCORE!!! What do I win?
A shiny nickel?
And I'll be a sport and make it two shiny nickels if you slip in not only a Sherman T Potter but a Ms. Chanandler Bong somewhere in all those forms.
And I'll be a sport and make it two shiny nickels if you slip in not only a Sherman T Potter but a Ms. Chanandler Bong somewhere in all those forms.
Hmm. Tempting. Unless they are Shield Nickles, I don't think 10¢ is worth the extra paperwork/hassle/re-signing/scorned look from escrow people.
How about Rufus T. Firefly?
God bless drugs. Every month I glower at the world while I have cramps and joint aches, until some little voice says, "You know, they make pain pills. You don't have to put up with this, despite your Puritan ancestors saying to tough it out."
And then I feel guilty for not being Strong Pioneer Woman. Then I feel dumb.
How about Rufus T. Firefly?
Not unless you can get Summer Glau to sit next to me. (Yes, I know Rufus T Firefly is Grouch Marx, but when I hear Firefly, I think Summer Glau. Hubba Hubba!)
Happy Birthday, JZ! Hope the day continues in awesomeness.
Yay for good news, Cashmere. May the news continue in goodness, or even-better-than-that-ness.
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ION, I need stoopid-stomach-ma. I have felt sick to my stomach all day. Nothing came of it, so I've stuck it out at work - I figure once I've actually made it to work, just feeling like I might throw up isn't sufficient to send me home, need physical evidence (esp. since we're short-staffed this week). Now I've nearly survived the day, but tonight I'm going to an audition for a show I really want to be in - and still feel very ill. So, some no hurl on the drive or at the audition-ma would be soooo appreciated. Thanks.
If I had the power of summoning Summer Glau, I'm pretty sure I would have done it already. I swear I wouldn't hold out on y'all!
Wonderful news, Cashmere. Yay!