Ok universe, quit picking on Hil.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
My tagline becomes "When Vermont, bookstores, restaurants, BIGANOPUN can be moved to"
BIGANOPUN
In my head this is another name for a shaggy dog story.
My math question reaches equilibrium at "How convex (2n +2), - Anatomy, Movies, on the corner of the intersection, by specifying the size of each angle or edge?"
I notch in your bedpost, the line of the song.
The song above is a hint to the first impossible song (the artists are from the same genre)
The second impossible song is by a band that influenced both of them.
I notch in your bedpost, the line of the song.
This is sugar we're going down, but I am still stumped by the others.
I broked it: [link]
And yet: [link]
Laga, the one with all the numbers was Violent Femmes, wasn't it?
"Out for a walk, bitch" becomes, "Walk, make a complaint."
That's beautiful.
ION, am back home from visitation for stepdad's father. Funeral is tomorrow. It's just hit me so hard because it was unexpected (in that he was in a rehab facility and had gotten through the really bad pneumonia that everyone expected would kill him).
When my granddad died, he had been sick for a while, and he was in a coma (or similar state), and we knew it was coming. It was still sad, and tough to deal with, but we knew it was coming.
But with stepdad's father, no one was ready for it. And all I could think tonight, with the whole family in one place was, surely stepdad's father will come walking in any minute now. He was the only one missing.
Except he was there.
Last summer, one of their granddaughters got married, and at the reception the DJ did that thing where all the married couples go dance and then the DJ says, "Everyone married less than 5 years, go sit down," and then works his way through various amounts -- 10 years, 20, etc., etc.
And stepdad's father and mother just kept on dancing as the DJ was calling out higher and higher numbers -- 25...30...45... When the DJ hit 50, stepdad's father just laughed and said, "Keep going!"
The DJ laughed, too, and said, "Okay, 55 years!"
Stepdad's father laughed and shook his head and kept on dancing. The DJ said, "I give up -- how long have you been married?" Without ever breaking stride, keeping time to the music, stepdad's father proudly said, "57 years!" And everyone applauded.