Jayne ,'The Message'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Maybe your sister stole it when you were watching cartoons. "Hey! Give me back my gay!"
That would make sense. She's wiley like that.
(1) Iggy's "Shake Appeal" still fuckin' smokes; (2) I think I am addicted to Trader Joe's hummus.
I am addicted to Trader Joe's smoked salmon. As well as their strawberry/blueberry/raspberry granola.
If I become addicted to their hummus it only means I'll eat more food.
As well as their strawberry/blueberry/raspberry granola.
Ginger granola bay-bee!
I think I am addicted to Trader Joe's hummus.
TJ's spicy hummus is the best fucking thing EVER. I had it for dinner tonight :)
All you people who live in cities with Trader Joe's are DEAD to me. DEAD.
Huh. Sean's gonna be really fucking DEAD when you get through with him, Teppy.
Huh. Sean's gonna be really fucking DEAD when you get through with him, Teppy.
Right now his bonus points are into the negative numbers. And yet, he doesn't fear me the way he should.
No one fears you, Steph. You're too huggable.
All you people who live in cities with Trader Joe's are DEAD to me. DEAD.
Trader Joes just keep on springing up all over Chicago.
On topic because... Robyn Hitchcock sang about hummus.
P-C, have you ever heard Robyn Hitchcock? I have a feeling you'd like him.
No one fears you, Steph. You're too huggable.
Pssst, P-Cow. She's got tiny little fists. Wee.
I don't wanna be dead to Steph.
t /whine