But... I'm not awake yet!
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.
I'm awake. Kinda.
Not sure what good y'all think it will, cuz it certainly doesn't mean I'm rational.
In absence of rational thought and good spelling, have a lolcat: [link]
Rational smashional. You put the kettle on. All is well.
And another one. [link]
You put the kettle on.
One moment of clarity, to accommodate you getting ready for work.
What is rational?
heh:
News story from down Alabama way, where a gas station employee used a cricket bat to chase away a would-be robber who brandished a toy gun.
When you are prepared for zombies, what's a robber or two?
the employee noticed the gun had an orange tip on the barrel and grabbed the cricket bat. The suspect then ran out of the store without any money.
Okay, a very dumb robber.
"Stupid varmint tried to rob the store I was working at. What he didn't know is that I come in loaded for zombie."
dude! That robber is lucky the shop wasn't packing heat without an orange tip. Kudos to the employee for catching that minor detail. Reminds me of Lock, Stock, & Two Smoking Barrels, with the wee word "Replica" engraved on the firearms.
Have I mentioned hating phones? Supposed to have phone call with super!busy designer. Then it was "while I'm on the train". Then he took a 5am train, so no call. Now I'm waiting before I drive to work, cuz I don't want to talk while driving. I love holding patterns. :: whistles ::
How the hell does a gas station in Alabama have a cricket bat?