I'm sorry, Juliebird. That ton of bricks is hard to bear.
And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! ... You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
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.
Ginger - Sep 14, 2015 3:35:02 pm PDT #5400 of 30003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
sarameg - Sep 14, 2015 3:38:33 pm PDT #5401 of 30003
Julie, be kind with yourself.
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Let me share with you all a disturbing occurrence:
The moment you realize that the gentleman who is wearing the ittybitty flame-emblazoned speedo and standing on the deck of the pool doing post-swim hip rolls and thrusts (and yes, as lewd looking as it sounds,) is a coworker. Not one you've worked with, but still.
Now magnify this terrible reality with the dawning realization that without the benefit of foggy googles, it is also evident that his speedo has hit a vaguely translucent stage in full illumination of the setting sun.
I hope I NEVER have to work with him. My first words might be " you need a new swimsuit!"
billytea - Sep 14, 2015 4:07:35 pm PDT #5402 of 30003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
The Translucent Speedos would however be an excellent name for a college rock band.
The Foggy Googles would be an excellent name for any band.
amych - Sep 14, 2015 4:12:16 pm PDT #5403 of 30003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Sorry for the aftershocks, Juliebird.
amych - Sep 14, 2015 4:12:35 pm PDT #5404 of 30003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
FLAME. EMBLAZONED. TRANSLUCENT. SPEEDOS?
shrift - Sep 14, 2015 4:26:34 pm PDT #5405 of 30003
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
it is also evident that his speedo has hit a vaguely translucent stage in full illumination of the setting sun.
I'm cackling uncontrollably at this rancid Maraschino cherry atop a Nope Nope Nope! sundae.
sarameg - Sep 14, 2015 4:27:21 pm PDT #5406 of 30003
I'm reeling.
brenda m - Sep 14, 2015 4:51:42 pm PDT #5407 of 30003
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
That's not making it better, shrift.
aurelia - Sep 14, 2015 5:21:02 pm PDT #5408 of 30003
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Turn that into a single sentence, sarameg, and you've got a Bulwer-Lytton contender.
billytea - Sep 14, 2015 5:23:58 pm PDT #5409 of 30003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Turn that into a single sentence, sarameg, and you've got a Bulwer-Lytton contender.
I'm impressed that this guy apparently thinks the message "My crotch is on fire" is more likely to score him some woman's phone number rather than directions to the nearest clinic.