Are you one of those Raw Child types, billytea?
He's certainly got the wriggling part down pat.
Anyway, whenever I try to nom on him, he always tells me, "You can't eat me! I have bones!" He's got me there. My boy the vertebrate.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Are you one of those Raw Child types, billytea?
He's certainly got the wriggling part down pat.
Anyway, whenever I try to nom on him, he always tells me, "You can't eat me! I have bones!" He's got me there. My boy the vertebrate.
Nice.
Salad Aging Report: chicken salad that has been in the freezer for a month = perfectly fine. Maybe a little watery.
Bah -- I just got roped into a 9am meeting on a day I was planning to take off! Maybe I can do the call from home and still have the rest of the day. Stupid leaving boss.
Are you one of those Raw Child types, billytea?
I hear the Free Range kids taste better.
I hear the Free Range kids taste better.
More nutritious, too. Much better for you than kids raised in those video-game corrals.
But the video game kids are so plump and tender!
There's a coworker the next row over whose speech patterns are exactly the same as Mojo Jojo's. It fucking drives me up the wall.
The flan is a success! ::flings confetti::
Wow that would be annoying, but maybe for just one day I would love it.
But then I would just come in dressed like buttercup one day and start hitting him.
Timelies all!
The little guy is having another bout of fussiness. Gary's walking around with him to calm him down. Such is life with a baby.