Don't forget the Fightin' Quakers!
Earlham College--although they use "Hustlin' Quakers."
I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
Cashmere - Dec 21, 2011 9:45:53 am PST #12480 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
bon bon - Dec 21, 2011 9:47:59 am PST #12481 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Yeah, meara, at least check out the f****t scene from Louie.
hippocampus - Dec 21, 2011 9:49:41 am PST #12482 of 30001
not your mom's socks.
I can't think properly when I have a head cold much less a full blown sinus infection. For MONTHS.
this has been my exact experience. brain stuffed with socks. plus other horrors. fire is kind of a step up. but no, big anti-bs for much longer than a week, plus another non-steroid inhaler (inhaled steroids, we have discovered this year, give me panic attacks).
Ginger, I hear you.
I feel like I should bring this thread some kittens after all the sinus drek. I will go look for some.
Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 21, 2011 9:50:46 am PST #12483 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Someone around here had recommended a hotel in London (maybe to sj?) - does anyone know what that was?
I don't know about recommending it as a place to stay (beaucoup pricey, no doubt) but I've heard that afternoon tea at Claridge's in Mayfair is a great experience: [link]
meara - Dec 21, 2011 9:52:14 am PST #12484 of 30001
Yeah. Have you seen the scene about that from his show? It's interesting, at least.
Yeah, meara, at least check out the f****t scene from Louie.
Watch the scene in the standup about that? Or there's a separate scene where he talks about it in a show? Link?
Strix - Dec 21, 2011 9:54:08 am PST #12485 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
So I made it. Lord, am I tired.
Sparky1 - Dec 21, 2011 9:54:34 am PST #12486 of 30001
Librarian Warlord
afternoon tea at Claridge's
If I go, I will have a 2.5 year old with me, so I won't be eating anywhere where there are tablecloths.
smonster - Dec 21, 2011 9:55:01 am PST #12487 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
To hate like this is to be happy forever.
WORD.
Carolina is also in the camp of having a nickname separate from the mascot: we are the Tar Heels, but our mascot is Ramses the Ram. The latter started when a football player was nicknamed "The Battering Ram" many decades ago, and a linebacker started bringing an actual ram from his family farm to games. The same family still brings one of that ram's descendents to each football game. The former is either from our shipbuilding past, or some Civil War battle where them North Carolina boys stuck like they had tar on them heels.
Earlham College--although they use "Hustlin' Quakers."
Now I'm picturing Quakers working street corners, hustling... corn? No, that's husking.
Jesse - Dec 21, 2011 10:00:54 am PST #12488 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Or there's a separate scene where he talks about it in a show? Link?
There's a scene in the FX show with a conversation about the word, which includes a gay comic. Probably a YouTube search for Louie and faggot would bring it up.
Kathy A - Dec 21, 2011 10:36:03 am PST #12489 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
So they are the Georgetown "Whats!"?
Yep. I think it's a word associated with Jesuit colleges. Even though Marquette was the Warriors (before they changed to the Golden Eagles), the fight song went:
Ring out Ahoya with an M-U rah-rah
M-U rah-rah
M-U rah-rah-rah-rah-rah
Ring out Ahoya with an M-U rah-rah
M-U rah-rah for old Marquette!
It wasn't Shakespeare, but it was fun to sing and play on my clarinet. I could probably pull the arrangement out of the 25 y.o. depths of my memory if I tried, since we played it often enough at basketball games.