I vaguely recall that.
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
I accidentally clicked on the wrong thing when working on my taxes, and then had to undo everything in order to get TaxAct to let me efile my federal return for free. I also filed my state return for free because I hate paying to file my damn taxes. And in between the two I tried to work out my rage by angrily cleaning the bathroom.
I made a ton of chicken and lentil soup yesterday and a ton of green curry chicken today, so I don't need to cook again for... a while?
so I don't need to cook again for... a while?
Until you want pork?
Man, I had pork at brunch!
Where I may also have terrorized some nicely dressed fiftysomethings when I pumped my fist in the air and said, "Yeah, we get it. Yay, cock." In my defense, we were discussing bachelorette party gear at the time.
Now I'm earwormed with "We Got The Beat", except with "beat" replaced by "cock".
Now I'm earwormed with "We Got The Beat", except with "beat" replaced by "cock".
Other songs demanding replacement:
"The Beat Goes On"
"Dr Beat"
"Beat It"
The band Meat Beat Manifesto would now become the even more disturbing Meat Cock Manifesto.
On a scale of 10 to negative infinity, how bad of a pickup line is, "Hey baby, I've got a meat cock!"
Just discovered Pumpkin's got all pink pads but for one black one. And she lost her spare collar AGAIN, and I really hope I didn't flush it.
On a scale of 10 to negative infinity, how bad of a pickup line is, "Hey baby, I've got a meat cock!"
I would give it points for enthusiasm. And for being less disturbing than the alternative.
The band Meat Beat Manifesto would now become the even more disturbing Meat Cock Manifesto.
Opens at the Republican National Convention.