What's your mood today?

oh Joan Jett is v. hot. And come to think of it, older Omar Sharif isn't too bad either. :)
Everybody loves Joan Jett. I know I do. Woman covered Crimson and Clover, fer Gawd's sake. I used to play that song! (Full Disclosure Note: My band did the Tommy James version. Only time we really got to use the tremolo circuit on our amps.)

Actually, Tommy kind of sounds like Joan. Or vicey versey.

I prefer Joan's version, though Tommy is almost as cute. And when I was 14 I really wanted to wear a ruffled shirt, though it would have made me look like some ring bearer who'd lost both the wedding and his tux jacket.
my mood is: embarrassed. I put a Smirnov Ice in the freezer and accidentally forgot it. My roommate said "I guess that stuff really lives up to its name . . . ":eek:

I guess that means I have a drinking problem! (I am going to have a problem drinking that Smirnov Ice.)
No problem, PG! Pour that slushy into a tall glass and stuff a straw into it. You're avante-garde!



I mean, I've accidentally been trying to increase the popularity of the beer slushy for several years now, after accidentally leaving six-packs in the freezer. And really. It's not that bad.

Really.
 
It's an honor simply to be nominated. ;)

Shhhh! , Tz... C'Mere. Don't let anyone else watch this video.

It shows the "Secret Handshake of Lesbian World Domination." Now that you're an Honorary Lesbian, you'll need to know it when we take over - soon...VERY SOON! MUahahahaha
 
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Shhhh! , Tz... C'Mere. Don't let anyone else watch this video.

It shows the "Secret Handshake of Lesbian World Domination." Now that you're an Honorary Lesbian, you'll need to know it when we take over - soon...VERY SOON! MUahahahaha
OK, that explains some weird looks I got trying to give some guy directions.

World conspiracy? Really?

Nobody ever tells me anything. ;)
 
pissed off (but better than being pissed on). have a day off from work. wife requests one of my fine southern fried chicken dinners i can make.
no clean dishes in the house. the house is a wreck, and i thought, ok, if you want to be a lazy ass bitch, feed yourself.
and discover today that i only live here. she does what she does and i do what i do. until fate decides me a different road somewhere else with someone else.
and that she uses "submissiveness" as a weapon. passive aggressive. that's not submission, that's manipulation.
 
pissed off (but better than being pissed on). have a day off from work. wife requests one of my fine southern fried chicken dinners i can make.
no clean dishes in the house. the house is a wreck, and i thought, ok, if you want to be a lazy ass bitch, feed yourself.
and discover today that i only live here. she does what she does and i do what i do. until fate decides me a different road somewhere else with someone else.
and that she uses "submissiveness" as a weapon. passive aggressive. that's not submission, that's manipulation.

Yup, Ivan. Sounds like you're about ready to become a lesbian too! - One step closer to world domination!
 
SCARED!

Last night, we decided to have another baby.

I suppose it's time with the twins in school now. I still think it should be her turn to get preggers though! Toppy bitch just laughed at me.

I want another baby, but I am scared of being pregnant again because I hate it so much!
(It's hard to be a Flying Love Monkey with a big fat belly and a yard wide ass!)
 
SCARED!

Last night, we decided to have another baby.

I suppose it's time with the twins in school now. I still think it should be her turn to get preggers though! Toppy bitch just laughed at me.

I want another baby, but I am scared of being pregnant again because I hate it so much!
(It's hard to be a Flying Love Monkey with a big fat belly and a yard wide ass!)
Have you looked into adoption and surrogacy? It's your health and happiness after all. If you don't want to be pregnant, then consider other options. A child doesn't need to share your genes to be a part of the family.
 
Have you looked into adoption and surrogacy? It's your health and happiness after all. If you don't want to be pregnant, then consider other options. A child doesn't need to share your genes to be a part of the family.

Champ: Please don't take me seriously. I'm just practicing being a whiny pregnant chick. I WANT to have another baby. I just freak myself out sometimes. I don't like being fat, but I like being preggers (although you'd think two chicks would take turns!) JUST KIDDING! She needs to keep working so that I can live the lifestyle of the fat and big assed! I had a little problem with toxemia last time, but the gyn says that it is different each time and last time was probably due to having twins. Besides, I don't think the world is ready for a pregnant Amy! God, that's REAL scary!

So, kindly ignore me! I'll calm down back to my normal manical state after we go pick "Mystery Dad II" this afternoon.

Dora: I'll let you know if we pick a 'Johnny Depp' model or go for the "Omar Shariff' version!

Sassy: Sorry to tell you this, but being preggers makes me REALLY horny. You ain't seen nothing yet!

Amy: FORGET the cum coated fist thing! It so AIN"T gonna happen!
(teach the bitch to read over my shoulder hehehe!)
 
Damn this thread cracks me up. I'm so glad you started it.


Mymood:

It's fine, actually, I'm totally chill. I have suddenly 18 people to feed this weekend instead of 12, but that means I have 18 people to help me. That may be a tribe record.

*i'm doing a weekend-long fundraiser starting tonight, for those who want to know what the hell I'm babbling about.*

In the next two hours I have to generate about four more assorted flyers and handouts, design a gay cowboy costume, find the glue gun (most people don't take a glue gun camping. Or, for that matter, five yards of gold fringe), pack the car, make four phone calls, send loststar on a procurement raid, clean the cooler, print out 12 copies of "the ballad of third-eye sadie" (we're staging it at the talent show), clean the shop, write some porn and make five copies of the Coloring Book for the Twisted and Doomed. Then I lead a caravan out to the campsite and gear up to be a pirate all weekend.

I'm fine. Totally.

bj
 
Sassy: Sorry to tell you this, but being preggers makes me REALLY horny. You ain't seen nothing yet!
Oh, the horror! If I had daughters, I'd hide them. :p

Not to worry. In the short time that you and your hormones have been here, you've thoroughly prepared me for the imminent insanity, indigenous to your loins.
Go forth, be horny and multiply, my friend.
Just so ya know, baby's first rattle from Aunt Sassy is gonna be a shoe. ;)
What? They're never to young to learn the catwalk stomp.


Damn this thread cracks me up. I'm so glad you started it.


Mymood:

It's fine, actually, I'm totally chill. I have suddenly 18 people to feed this weekend instead of 12, but that means I have 18 people to help me. That may be a tribe record.

*i'm doing a weekend-long fundraiser starting tonight, for those who want to know what the hell I'm babbling about.*

In the next two hours I have to generate about four more assorted flyers and handouts, design a gay cowboy costume, find the glue gun (most people don't take a glue gun camping. Or, for that matter, five yards of gold fringe), pack the car, make four phone calls, send loststar on a procurement raid, clean the cooler, print out 12 copies of "the ballad of third-eye sadie" (we're staging it at the talent show), clean the shop, write some porn and make five copies of the Coloring Book for the Twisted and Doomed. Then I lead a caravan out to the campsite and gear up to be a pirate all weekend.

I'm fine. Totally.

bj

I have crayons. I want a copy.
 
Oh, the horror! If I had daughters, I'd hide them. :p

Not to worry. In the short time that you and your hormones have been here, you've thoroughly prepared me for the imminent insanity, indigenous to your loins.
Go forth, be horny and multiply, my friend.
Just so ya know, baby's first rattle from Aunt Sassy is gonna be a shoe. ;)
What? They're never to young to learn the catwalk stomp.




I have crayons. I want a copy.

Catch me Tuesday when I recover from the insanity. You'll like it. It's all about how two very hairy men once got a full brazilian on live radio in order to raise money for a children's playground.

And there are activities!

true story, even. Except for the part about the descent of Nair, Goddess of Cosmetics and Hair Removal, She who is known to the Vikings as Lady Schick and to the ancient Tuscans as Maybelline, Goddess of the Mascara Wand.

some of that I made up, a little.

but yeah. we can arrange that.

bj
 
Damn this thread cracks me up. I'm so glad you started it.


Mymood:

It's fine, actually, I'm totally chill. I have suddenly 18 people to feed this weekend instead of 12, but that means I have 18 people to help me. That may be a tribe record.

*i'm doing a weekend-long fundraiser starting tonight, for those who want to know what the hell I'm babbling about.*

In the next two hours I have to generate about four more assorted flyers and handouts, design a gay cowboy costume, find the glue gun (most people don't take a glue gun camping. Or, for that matter, five yards of gold fringe), pack the car, make four phone calls, send loststar on a procurement raid, clean the cooler, print out 12 copies of "the ballad of third-eye sadie" (we're staging it at the talent show), clean the shop, write some porn and make five copies of the Coloring Book for the Twisted and Doomed. Then I lead a caravan out to the campsite and gear up to be a pirate all weekend.

I'm fine. Totally.

bj

I KNOW you didn't ask -which makes it too cool, but are you taking donations?
 
I KNOW you didn't ask -which makes it too cool, but are you taking donations?

Well HELL yeah. We have three days to raise four thousand dollars. I'm officially a complete whore from here till monday night.

*hey, quiet down there in the peanut gallery. I'm not always THIS much of a whore. *

I'll PM you details in a moment or two. Still printing the tickets for the Snotty Martini Party...

bj
 
Harried.

Major prez tomorrow and I just got the effing Power Point template yesterday.

{Insert emphatic, varied, and definitely NC-17 oaths.}
 
Unfortunately, that is the equivalent of saying "I quit."

My bank account is not happy with that answer.

And how are you, Ms. Crewe?


That's true.

I think I meant more specifically say, "Fuck them. Whatever you do is fucking perfect and anyone who says otherwise is a total fuckwit."

;)

My day was filled with fuckwits.
 
That's true.

I think I meant more specifically say, "Fuck them. Whatever you do is fucking perfect and anyone who says otherwise is a total fuckwit."

;)

My day was filled with fuckwits.
Unfortunately, having the text of the presentation scroll four feet off the bottom of their stupid goddam template does in no way qualify as perfect, or even acceptible, dammit.

I have been asking for the template for a month, so these people are particularly well qualified in fuckwittiness.

Don't help, though.
 
Unfortunately, having the text of the presentation scroll four feet off the bottom of their stupid goddam template does in no way qualify as perfect, or even acceptible, dammit.

I have been asking for the template for a month, so these people are particularly well qualified in fuckwittiness.

Don't help, though.

You need to recite my mantra:
I am doing the best I can for right now.
I am doing the best I can for right now.
Fuckwits should be served to pigs for breakfast.
I am doing the best I can for right now.
 
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