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My tampons are more Linda Hamilton in Beauty and the Beast.
Of course he’s a Clemson fan.
God just couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Also, xkcd covered this earlier this week:
Sorry, I’ve been holding onto Season 2 Disc 1 for a couple weeks. I got sidetracked by The Mighty Boosh and it took me a while to be ready for another season of The Wire.
Yes! I also, very regrettably, made it to the end. I was clicking off when 303 came on, so I stuck around because I’d never heard anything from this supposedly famous band from Denver (the closest urban cultural reference to me… I know… so sad). THEN, having heard how terribly those white boys rap, I was ready to click away when ol’ girl came out looking like a cigar store indian! WHUUUUUT?! I think Ke$ha just broke another treaty…
Where do I light it?
Oh, that reminds me! I really need to pay my gas bill…
This is eerily reminiscent of the last time I did peyote…
System status: Normal
Ingest “tasty treat”
WARNING! WARNING! All systems locked. Manual reboot initiated:
Retract tongue
Right oculus: Critical
Dispense ocular lubricant
Support musculature in spasm
Rebooting Stepford facial patterns
Safe Mode engaged
It was the best episode I’ve seen this season, even with a lame retread like the kissing family, and the bidet sketch was one of those that ran a little too long and almost lost me. But then it was followed by “Zach Drops in on the Set” and I was back.
Pageant Talk killed, and “You smell like Bojangle’s sausage biscuits!” is my new favorite insult.
It’s hard to imagine Samus Aran pissing herself.
Yay, Winter Olympics! Boo, NBC coverage! Yay, Ski Cross debuts as an Olympic sport this weekend! Boo, the US men’s ski cross team is injury-plagued and may not medal! Yay, Shaun White crushed it to win Gold! Boo, we pretty much saw that exact same run during the X Games a couple weeks ago!
One of my roommates confessed to smoking some of my stash a few months back. I have yet to confess that the “stash” was catnip.
No… I’m pretty sure bath cat is on ecstasy. I definitely recognize those hand movements.
Gaaah, FAIL.
Her?
*crickets chirping**wind blowing**tumbleweed rolling*
OR
her?
I sense an epic mashup in the future: “It’s So Cold in the DMZ”
I’m just a cook, standing in front of a boy, asking him to hold me like he did by the lake on Naboo.
Love means never having to say “I know Kung Fu.”
Boo for downvoting Bookworm’s comment/nomination. Catch & Release is truly a turd, and deserves its spot in the Hunt.
How could anyone downvote that avatar anyway? He’s just a worm… now come inside and meet the missus.
I remember absolutely HATING this movie when I saw it in theaters, but it was one of those teenage girl social things like Titanic where I had to keep going back; it’s the endless punishment of teenage social hierarchy. I also recall one of my best friends taking the liner notes from the soundtrack CD and pasting pictures of Nic Cage all over her binders. We weren’t friends for long.
Hmm… and all this time, I’ve been arranging my Pogs by most/least remaining cultural relevance.
