If I had a magic wand, I'd waft some of the EXCESSIVE HEAT we've got toward the west coast.
NO
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Angel: I appreciate you guys looking out for Connor all summer. It's just—he's confused. He needs time. That's all. Fred: Right. Time, and some corporal punishment with a large heavy mallet. Not that I'm bitter.
'Just Rewards (2)'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
Lee - Jul 03, 2012 7:50:04 am PDT #12546 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Jesse - Jul 03, 2012 7:51:57 am PDT #12547 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Argh! I didn't get that apartment! Am now frantically making appointments for others.
Consuela - Jul 03, 2012 7:52:03 am PDT #12548 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
It's not the weather making me cold, I'm afraid. I'm just cold. Wore wool socks to bed last night cold.
Scrappy - Jul 03, 2012 7:57:08 am PDT #12549 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Housing~ma, Cowgirl!
JenP - Jul 03, 2012 7:57:53 am PDT #12550 of 30001
Crap, Jesse!! Good hunting. You will find a great one.
JenP - Jul 03, 2012 7:59:17 am PDT #12551 of 30001
Job-~ma to Tom. Knock 'em ded.
shrift - Jul 03, 2012 7:59:31 am PDT #12552 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
What, Lee, you don't want crazeballs humidity and a heat index that's bananas?
DavidS - Jul 03, 2012 8:00:28 am PDT #12553 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Argh! I didn't get that apartment! Am now frantically making appointments for others.
Please forward all of the Cowgirl's mail to the Peabody YWCA.
Fred Pete - Jul 03, 2012 8:12:05 am PDT #12554 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Job~, apartment~, and any other necessary~ma heading out from here.
Lee - Jul 03, 2012 8:18:09 am PDT #12555 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
What, Lee, you don't want crazeballs humidity and a heat index that's bananas?
No.