sushi?
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
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.
Lee - Dec 12, 2007 7:08:24 am PST #6848 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Tom Scola - Dec 12, 2007 7:14:06 am PST #6849 of 10001
They pay me in WOIMS
I just ordered tacos.
SuziQ - Dec 12, 2007 7:14:29 am PST #6850 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Mmmmmmmmm, sushi.
shrift - Dec 12, 2007 7:15:02 am PST #6851 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I don't know if there are any good sushi places nearby, and walking's right out.
§ ita § - Dec 12, 2007 7:16:21 am PST #6852 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My life is sushi-deprived. But sushi has become symbolic and I can't partake alone. Maybe next week.
Dealership has free wifi. I'm here being a girl, which basically is getting them to install my new headlight for free.
Gudanov - Dec 12, 2007 7:19:00 am PST #6853 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Burrito
msbelle - Dec 12, 2007 7:19:19 am PST #6854 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
huh huh - ita's getting new headlights - huh huh
t /Beavis
Sue - Dec 12, 2007 7:20:07 am PST #6855 of 10001
hip deep in pie
I'd totally take Bowie off your dream girl's hands.
I think you'd have to fight Iman for him. She would definitely cut a bitch.
Miracleman - Dec 12, 2007 7:22:08 am PST #6856 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
I think you'd have to fight Iman for him. She would definitely cut a bitch.
I'm scared of any model that can fight Captain Kirk.
Connie Neil - Dec 12, 2007 7:23:37 am PST #6857 of 10001
brillig
Darn you, tommy . . . now it's in my head . . .