Nobody is going to step up and defend Vortex's right to cut a bitch for referring to the 90s as "the late 1900s"? Because sarcastic or not, that is absolutely the reaction it deserves!
Buffy ,'Chosen'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
(My professor this semester referred to a book from 1991 as "archaic" last week and I am very relieved I was wearing a mask so he couldn't see my face.)
The whole "the 1900s" thing gives me too much cognitive dissonance and angst, I cannot react to it at all. Even to cut a bitch.
Nobody is going to step up and defend Vortex's right to cut a bitch for referring to the 90s as "the late 1900s"? Because sarcastic or not, that is absolutely the reaction it deserves!
Oh, I thought it went without saying that she was 100% correct to do so.
NoiseDesign will say a 5-way is best.
This checks out.
Tep, so sorry about Tim's dad. Joss may be a complete douchenozzle, but it's always sudden remains true.
There's at least one chili place in town that makes a 6-way, where it's spaghetti, chili, beans, onions, cheese, and a fried egg on top. I have never tried that, and don't plan to.
I draw the line at the fried egg on top.
Though I do love one on a burger.
Teppy, I'm so sorry to hear this news. All strength and comfort and peace to Tim and his family, and to you.
David, that house is amazing (I want the turret room with the round window, please! I'm short--I won't even have to hunch, if the ceiling's low!)
~ma of whatever form to askye, Sheryl, and anyone else needing it.
Did I extend house ‐ma? House -ma!!
Timelies all!
Gary got back last night. Mr. S still got up at 6 and was out of control, as usual.
That house is indeed awesome, Hec and JZ. Best of luck on the offer process!
The new alley kitten is going full bore into the scratchy-bitey phase of his development. I could hardly pet him without an attempt to eat one of my fingers tonight. He followed me from the parking lock to the back deck in search of prey.