I may be alone in thinking that at that size they start to look kind of cuddly.
Gah! Gah! Not cuddly! Gah! Must die a firey death, far away from me! Gah!
Glory ,'Potential'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
I may be alone in thinking that at that size they start to look kind of cuddly.
Gah! Gah! Not cuddly! Gah! Must die a firey death, far away from me! Gah!
I think I spent about $25 at the bar.
Maybe that's the number for how far above the minimum we went?
That sounds more like it.
There are spiders that can eat BIRDS?
That's just wrong. Things with exoskeletons shouldn't be able to devour things with endoskeletons (is that a word?). It's against Nature and violates the Circle of Life. Wrong like a wrong thing.
(And now watch billytea cite a dozen examples where it happens.)
endoskeletons (is that a word?)
Yes.
Susan is so much me today that I think we've discovered a part of us that was separated at birth.
Things with eight legs and chitin on them should not hunt and eat mammals. That's the stuff of nightmare.
That's the stuff of nightmare.
Though kind of funny, in a mouse-that-roared sense.
I saw a bird chasing a cicada today -- while both were flying. It was the funniest damn thing I've seen in a long time.
The big thing we had growing up (Well, in addition to tarantulas and scorpions) was Diamondback Rattlesnakes. Those can be quite deadly. As a kid I stumbled across a nest with baby rattlers in the garage one year. Crazy stuff.
Not that I'm cynical, but I'm not at all surprised the hotel is saying we didn't meet the quota. That's the plus side of a cash bar for them; they no we have no reliable record of what our group spent at the bar. Probably all that's required is a little push-back from our side, saying we've accounted for x number of dollars spent, and it will go away.
ND, I never have a problem with reptiles. I mean, I had a water moc fall asleep in the small of my back one summer, in upstate New York; I woke up, it lifted its head to look at me, I shooed gently at it, it slithered off into the water. And I stepped on an adder once, in England, barefoot. It didn't bite me. Reptiles know I'm a friend, or something.
Dude, I got drunk enough to dance.
With meeeeeeee!
t still jealous
I spent at least $40 at the bar (not just on myself; I was also amyth's and smonster's sugar momma). I also totally failed to tip, to my shame when it occurred to me the next day. (I blame Australia! You don't have to tip there! My internal tip-calculator is all out of whack, since I rarely go out to the bars here.)