oh my god, I have been laughing so hard I disturbed my co-workers.
ita, you taking ballroom dance classes with someone? AWESOME.
Angel: I appreciate you guys looking out for Connor all summer. It's just—he's confused. He needs time. That's all. Fred: Right. Time, and some corporal punishment with a large heavy mallet. Not that I'm bitter.
'Just Rewards (2)'
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Aug 03, 2005 1:13:03 pm PDT #5503 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Lee - Aug 03, 2005 1:13:11 pm PDT #5504 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
What ChiKat said.
Will you let me know how those work out, ita? I was contemplating a pair myself.
Lee - Aug 03, 2005 1:14:44 pm PDT #5505 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yes, please. I would like to go home now. Has anyone seen my motivation to do work?
I think it may have run off with mine.
Hey, maybe mine will come back better dressed!
joe boucher - Aug 03, 2005 1:14:46 pm PDT #5506 of 10002
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine
Country-style paté.
Potted meat product, whether or not one feels it deserves to be called meat, usually is smooth-textured, a pâté maison as opposed to coarse-textured country-style pâtés (pâté de campagne).
§ ita § - Aug 03, 2005 1:15:17 pm PDT #5507 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
you taking ballroom dance classes with someone? AWESOME.
I think the word you're looking for is UNLIKELY.
And then some.
I'm looking for something to address the sad lack of Mary Janes in the Aerosoles line.
Sometimes shoe shopping is just shoe shopping.
Connie Neil - Aug 03, 2005 1:17:21 pm PDT #5508 of 10002
brillig
Vienna sausage will never enter our house. Hubby's Dad was in the Navy during Vietnam, and they were getting ready to come back to the States for some leave. Problem was, the ship's stores hadn't been replenished yet, and all that was there was Vienna sausage. Nobody wanted to wait the extra two weeks for restocking, so they decided to just leave and stop at Honolulu for supplies. After crossing the Pacific in a Navy ship that was no one's idea of a speedster and eating only Vienna sausage, FIL was never able to even think of eating the things again. I think Hubby avoids them in his father's honor.
joe boucher - Aug 03, 2005 1:20:49 pm PDT #5509 of 10002
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve. - John Prine
I have drunk beer brewed in a (clean, never before used) garbage can, though, and it wasn't half bad.
I have this book, and want to try it, but I haven't, in large part because I can't get past the feeling that it will taste like bongwater.
askye - Aug 03, 2005 1:22:47 pm PDT #5510 of 10002
Thrive to spite them
Fishing? Potted meat and vienna sausage.
Dad was all about the Vienna sausages when fishing. Vienna Sausages and crackers. And some canned fruit, maybe.
And Carnation Breakfast bars, I loved those.
§ ita § - Aug 03, 2005 1:24:38 pm PDT #5511 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have this book, and want to try it, but I haven't, in large part because I can't get past the feeling that it will taste like bongwater.
Ha! I'm now envisioning Green Stripe beer.
Jesse - Aug 03, 2005 1:24:57 pm PDT #5512 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
OK, I actually like pate more than I would have thought, so maybe potted meat that's NOT from the dollar store like the kind I saw most recently would be something I would like.