I just walked into a large pane of glass. The doorway was a few inches to the right, it seems.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Did you also knock over a fruit stand while fleeing from the cops?
::slips Hitchhiker's Guide To the Galaxy motto through the interpipes to Teppy::
My standard response when he says, "Do you KNOW how many calories are in that?!?" is "I don't actually care."
Chatty: "Do you KNOW how many calories are in that?!?"
Tep: "No, but I know exactly how many fat cells are between your ears: Three billion two hundred and seventy eight."
Or, in a perhaps more Michiganian response:
"I'm not sure of the calorie count, but I'm certain you're a fucking asshole."
"I'm not sure of the calorie count, but I'm certain you're a fucking asshole."
"I can diet tomorrow, but you'll still be a classless douchenozzle."
Chatty: "Do you KNOW how many calories are in that?!?"
Aimee: Sphincter says "what?"
::slips Hitchhiker's Guide To the Galaxy motto through the interpipes to Teppy::
Heh. I know. Ativan is on the job.
This is why Mad Magazine's Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions is such an important institution in American culture.
linky, please? i've joked about something like this for one of my cats.
The link to the page I got the plans from to make this pouch has evaporated, and it hasn't shown up on the Wayback Machine yet. A quick Google hasn't come up with any thing similar. Aaargh! If you want, later today I can try to describe how I make this one. It was incredibly easy. For now, I have to get offline so I can Sammie to the vet - annual shots and checkup.
P-C, you ok, man? How many fingers am I holding up? Two.
By the way, Aims, I've got another answer for your neck scar when you tire of the Headless Hunt (As if!).
"For last Halloween I went as a Pez dispenser."
P-C, you ok, man? How many fingers am I holding up? T
Seven?