Nooooooo, two-four-six-oh-onnnnne!
Just tryin' a little spicy talk.
Tara ,'Get It Done'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Steph L. - Nov 17, 2009 11:46:40 am PST #19831 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
msbelle - Nov 17, 2009 11:47:19 am PST #19832 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
MY duties To the Law
Sophia Brooks - Nov 17, 2009 11:47:30 am PST #19833 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
You have no rights!
Steph L. - Nov 17, 2009 11:47:58 am PST #19834 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Come with me, 24601!
msbelle - Nov 17, 2009 11:48:44 am PST #19835 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Jean Valjean is nothing Now.
I am warning you Javert.
Sophia Brooks - Nov 17, 2009 11:49:42 am PST #19836 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Now the wheel has turned around
(I am a little disturbed by how well I remember this song)
Lee - Nov 17, 2009 11:51:11 am PST #19837 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
PIE!!!
§ ita § - Nov 17, 2009 11:52:46 am PST #19838 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
this should put your mind at ease (even though it reinforces that you do not need a seat cover)
I'm not worried about catching anything, explicitly. I just don't want someone else's ick on me. No, I can't say that more logically. I just don't want your pee on my legs. Even dry pee.
Vortex - Nov 17, 2009 11:54:30 am PST #19839 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
(I am a little disturbed by how well I remember this song)
the theatre did the show last year. I heard it 3-4 nights a week for almost two months.
Dana - Nov 17, 2009 11:55:44 am PST #19840 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
At the end of the day you're another day older
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor
It's a struggle, it's a war, and there's nothing that anyone's giving