Would that be gender appropriate of me?
Yeah, but unBritish. A cricket bat would suffice. I mean if it's good enough for Shaun of the Dead, then surely you could use the hometown whacking stick.
Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Now I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting.
Mal ,'Safe'
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.
DavidS - Jun 05, 2009 9:55:32 pm PDT #12060 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
DCJensen - Jun 06, 2009 4:44:49 am PDT #12061 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Were we down?
Barb - Jun 06, 2009 5:49:42 am PDT #12062 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
t was a terrible wreck. It still took me going on 8 hours from Atlanta to Nashville.
Was it an overturned semi?
Ginger - Jun 06, 2009 7:09:29 am PDT #12063 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
A firetruck and an ambulance raced by us, but by the time I passed the wreck, there was just a very squashed car and four police cars. Bizarrely, there was an older woman in ordinary summer clothes sweeping glass off the highway. There must have been at least one other vehicle, though, because there was nothing else to hit. That's a fairly rural part of the interstate.
sj - Jun 06, 2009 7:34:20 am PDT #12064 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I need to learn how to stop letting things that I can't control, control my life.
Liese S. - Jun 06, 2009 7:39:20 am PDT #12065 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
If you figure that out, let us all know, sj.
Glad things cleared up for you, Ginger. I hate passing wrecks like that.
Barb - Jun 06, 2009 7:42:27 am PDT #12066 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I need to learn how to stop letting things that I can't control, control my life.
Amen, sister.
sj - Jun 06, 2009 7:49:21 am PDT #12067 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It's nice to know it is not just me. I really don't know how not to be sick with worry about T right now, and nothing that anyone is telling me or I'm telling myself is helping.
Steph L. - Jun 06, 2009 8:18:17 am PDT #12068 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Okay, this transphobic bullshit is making me see red.
I couldn't talk about it for a full day. I mean literally, because I would start to splutter and make nonsensical angry noises. But I e-mailed their advertisers and told them to pull their ads, lest they be associated with transgender-bashing child abusers.
Ten advertisers have pulled out so far. TEN. I've also e-mailed all of them to thank them for pulling their ads, and telling them that that action will lead to me giving them more business.
I wish I could take the path of nonviolence, but I would cause as much physical harm as I was able to if I ever met those wankstains.
(Obviously I'm a little irrational about this, but I have a big investment in it.)
And now I am going to make a smoothie. I cannot take the path of nonviolence, but I can take the path of the smoothie, which is much tastier.
Barb - Jun 06, 2009 8:21:58 am PDT #12069 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
And there's a certain inherent violence to the smoothie, what with shredding the fruit in the blender. You can imagine some lovely things.