Dave’s playing snake charmer!
That’s a baskin robbins ice cream cake.
I’m hot, sweaty, and smelly, I didn’t get to have dinner with Vermottie, there’s a huge fly buzzing around my house, and as of checking my mailbox five minutes ago, I’m apparently a subscriber of Working Mother magazine. What the fuck, Friday?
My hero.
I believe Dew might have a brain tumor. Example 2.
“Ok. There’s honestly something wrong with me. I was looking at this ad and would have sworn it said “Straightens Teeth” and I was reading through all the information to figure out how they could make such a claim that gum can actually replace braces.
I feel sick to my stomach when I’m this stupid.”
I believe Dew might have a brain tumor. Example 1.
1st email: Gas in Germany is 1.55 euros…or $9.40.
2nd email: And that’s $9.40 a liter, and there’s 3.78 liters in a gallon.
3rd email: Well, read this article and that’s what it says.
4th email: Dear god. I just reread the article. I’m going to stop talking.
Maybe it’s pms, female hysteria, or the vapors, but it really pisses me off that CNN describes the American female civilian killed in Iraq today as “Nicole Suveges, a married political scientist from Illinois,…” but none of the descriptions of the men who lost their lives had any mention of their marital status. And now I’m just mad that this has been going on so long that I immediately got angry over the institutionalized sexism, rather than the fact that we’re still at war and our news coverage of it is a joke. grr.
As Jesus says, I'm just here to gloat.
If you ever get the chance to see Reefer Madness, you really should. It was unbelievably funny, and the cast here at the Firehouse Theatre was fantastic. I’m never sure how musicals are going to hit me, but this was a definite win.
I’ve been so sick to my stomach that I get the cold sweats and I think “My body’s out of control! Out of control!!! I’ll put the cones out, but watch out, I’m out of control!” And that’s when the powder room’s always off the den, and you just want to be far away.
the boss man. we’d been talking about the mouth sweats, which he’s never had.
bloxorz. completely addictive. beware.
Fox Richmond contracted with a pest control company to trap and kill feral cats and kittens around their station. The Richmond SPCA contacted one of Fox’s reps to offer non-lethal solutions and was rebuffed. The link takes you to the letter from the CEO of the Richmond SPCA, as well as an update. They’re asking for support in the form of emails and calls to Fox.
well, fuck.
George Carlin died.
And I missed Zippy’s birthday.
Being in a retirement community for 5 days is a lot like being in a casino. Time loses all meaning, you’re constantly surrounded by old people, and you have no idea what’s going on in the real world.
Orbit gum likes to open up and chew itself in my purse.
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