My relatives are pod people. Or I am. "One of these things is not like the others...one of these things doesn't belong." I wish John Waters was my snarky gay uncle, is what I wish. At least we could make fun of the other ones, and even they could be like "Well, sometimes it skips a generation, dear."
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.
sean, TOOo funny.
Especially if you lived through the '80's, and have vivid memories of the earliest days of MTV.
BWAH!
Oh my heavens, but Ryan is seriously adorable.
"Fonzie's been cloned!" is going to replace my current tag pretty soon.
That's even funnier than White Wedding.
Another reason everyone should come to Portland next month. [link]
A portion of the meal ticket price will be donated to The Boy Scouts of America to that worthy cause.
Count me out.
Someone tell me what I'm going to feed them? Two have celiac disease, and I have no time.
Quinoa. Get some rotisserie chicken, shred it. Saute 2c quinoa in olive oil with onions and garlic (or garlic oil if you want to skip this step). Add 2tsp cumin, 1tbs coriander, 1tsp cinnamon, saute for a few minutes. Drain and rinse a can of chick peas, add to mixture, saute briefly. Add 4 c of chicken stock, simmer 14-18 mins. Toss with shredded chicken.
And . . . scene.
applause