Scrappy, I'm sorry.
Young Simon: So... how'd the Independents cut us off? Young River: They were using dinosaurs.
'Safe'
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.
bon bon - Jan 14, 2012 4:14:36 pm PST #16333 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
msbelle - Jan 14, 2012 4:18:53 pm PST #16334 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
woah woah woah woah...is Focus on the Family really running a commercial that seems to sound inclusive?!?!?
Calli - Jan 14, 2012 4:21:16 pm PST #16335 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Scrappy.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2012 4:49:43 pm PST #16336 of 30001
I swim 13 & 1/6 vigorous miles a week.
I just pulled a muscle squeezing dishsoap.
JenP - Jan 14, 2012 4:50:18 pm PST #16337 of 30001
Oh, dear. Back muscle?
Lee - Jan 14, 2012 4:50:54 pm PST #16338 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I sliced my finger open pushing an elevator button this week.
amyth - Jan 14, 2012 4:53:03 pm PST #16339 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
Oh damn, Scrappy. I'm so sorry.
Jesse - Jan 14, 2012 4:53:49 pm PST #16340 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I sliced open my thumb fiddling with scotch tape the other week.
ION, what is up with the modern world? My friend just told me she wrote an angry message to her partner, but put it in a QR code to "take away the seriousness." Oh, OK.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 14, 2012 5:08:10 pm PST #16341 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
Sorry about all the bad news, Scrappy.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2012 5:11:17 pm PST #16342 of 30001
Forearm.
And I'm sporting numerous bruises from dumb shit, like turning in my chair and whacking my leg into the open drawer or misjudging my balance by the front door and staggering my ass into the porch railing. Even the guard at the pool winced at that one, where it has bled below the line of my suit.