Oh, dear. I just came THIIIIIIIIIIIS close to addressing an email to the very very senior Professor Moron. Whose name is actually Morton.
Spell check said it was okay and everything.
Angel: I can stay in town as long as you want me. Buffy: How's forever? Does forever work for you?
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
amych - May 13, 2009 9:16:20 am PDT #9680 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
sj - May 13, 2009 9:17:31 am PDT #9681 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
(((Fay))))
ChiKat - May 13, 2009 9:19:14 am PDT #9682 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
{{{{Fay}}}}
Shir - May 13, 2009 9:23:59 am PDT #9683 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
{{{{Fay}}}}
Polter-Cow - May 13, 2009 9:25:03 am PDT #9684 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Oh, dear. I just came THIIIIIIIIIIIS close to addressing an email to the very very senior Professor Moron. Whose name is actually Morton.
Spell check said it was okay and everything.
Hee. Oops. We have an e-mail contact named Khusbu, and one time my co-worker accidentally let spell-check auto-correct it. She was thiiiiiiis close to sending an e-mail off to Chubs. Which is how we refer to her now.
Steph L. - May 13, 2009 9:27:01 am PDT #9685 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Oh, dear. I just came THIIIIIIIIIIIS close to addressing an email to the very very senior Professor Moron. Whose name is actually Morton.
Spell check said it was okay and everything.
Hee. Oops. We have an e-mail contact named Khusbu, and one time my co-worker accidentally let spell-check auto-correct it. She was thiiiiiiis close to sending an e-mail off to Chubs. Which is how we refer to her now.
Wasn't it vw who accidentally sent an e-mail to a boss that should have said "Here is the org chart," but instead it was "orgy chart," thanks to spellcheck?
Shir - May 13, 2009 9:29:42 am PDT #9686 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
amych, sorry, but I laughed.
And, in Fuck Cancer news.
Internet-BtVS guy from here. Progressed cancer. Going to have an op tomorrow. He's 21, and such a soul, and that breaks my heart he has to go through this and that the first idiot doctor of his didn't catch this months ago.
Also, only 1/5 of my interwebs is working, God knows why. Including my email, with the email with the details about the guy's op. Grrrrrr. Oh, and my spellchecker, so be kind with my spelling on this post.
Calli - May 13, 2009 9:39:16 am PDT #9687 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
{{{Fay}}}
I'm sorry, Shir. Fuck cancer indeed.
omnis_audis - May 13, 2009 9:43:25 am PDT #9688 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Amych, that is too funny. Good catch!
ION, it looks like Yankees are selling off bits and pieces of the old stadium. [link] I want something. But can't afford anything. Typical George Steinbrenner.
Glamcookie - May 13, 2009 9:44:03 am PDT #9689 of 30000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
{{{Fay}}} I had a similar (non)relationship with my grandmother and didn't cry when I learned she passed. But when we had her memorial service, I cried like crazy seeing my dad and aunts and uncles crying for their mom. Contact grief. I'm sorry for your family's loss.
Fuck cancer. I'm always up for a round of FUCK CANCER!