Olives are the tool of the devil. That is all.
Dawn: Any luck? Willow: If you define luck as the absence of success--plenty.
'Touched'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
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!
Nutty - Jun 23, 2004 6:48:01 am PDT #5755 of 9999
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
JenP - Jun 23, 2004 6:49:21 am PDT #5756 of 9999
The words are English, but I can't make them make sense.
Dana - Jun 23, 2004 6:49:26 am PDT #5757 of 9999
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Brush the olives off the top of the sandwich. It's still very, very edible.
God, I would sell a limb for a Central Grocery muffaletta right now.
Polter-Cow - Jun 23, 2004 6:50:16 am PDT #5758 of 9999
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Nutty, you misspelled "Cilantro is."
Sean K - Jun 23, 2004 7:00:22 am PDT #5759 of 9999
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Olives are the tool of the devil. That is all.
She's a witch, BURN HER!!!!
Lilty Cash - Jun 23, 2004 7:01:12 am PDT #5760 of 9999
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Lilty hates olives, too.
Polter-Cow - Jun 23, 2004 7:03:18 am PDT #5761 of 9999
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Oh man, Lilty. I thought I liked you, but you have forsaken me.
Strix - Jun 23, 2004 7:04:15 am PDT #5762 of 9999
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
How can anyone not love olives? Dude, I'd probably eat shit, if it was brined.
lisah - Jun 23, 2004 7:04:55 am PDT #5763 of 9999
Punishingly Intricate
Brush the olives off the top of the sandwich.
And on to my plate, thank you!!!
I try to take the "more for me, then" approach to crazy people hating foods of the gods.
JenP - Jun 23, 2004 7:06:36 am PDT #5764 of 9999
Ahhhh ... so it's the Olive Wars now, is it? Well then ... I stand behind Sean and his Torch of Doom and shout the praises of the ancient olive. And the more newly sprung ones, too.
ETA: Though, I draw the line slightly before Erin's praise ofall things brined.