Why don't I just drink milk? Cuz there's nothing I'd like better than on a hot summer day to reach for a can of milk. I mean if I am watching my carbs, maybe Coke should just put water in the can and call it Crazy Gumby Coke Extreme. Water has no carbs and no calories, I bet you didn't know that, that is pretty crazy gumby extreme to me. I guess what I'm saying is that you guys are all fat and you should start throwing up more.
Yeah, but this is the Dead Zone we're talking about. Can you imagine being in the middle of sex with your husband (well, hypothetically-speaking here, since I haven't checked your LJ info for clues about gender), in the throes of orgasm, when he suddenly blurts out, "You worthless SLUT! You're going to sleep with the mailman in six years!!!??? Hell if I'm gonna stick around for that. I'm outta here."
Found here, along with an argument of whether or not people in comas could be legally married.
*sigh* The saddest thing in the world is fanfiction that has a decent concept but is just... so badly written that it hurts to look at it.
Well, actually the saddest thing in the world is a decapitated kitten. But the fanfiction thing comes in a close second.
*shudders* I may be overweight but I am hygenic. I make sure I don't smell or look nasty before I leave the house.. I can't -stand- people who are obese who walk outside their doors looking like a gigantic greaseball and smelling like 1000 dumptrucks X__x
Makes me want to walk up to 'em and push them into a magicly apearing bathtub full of soap.
i'd say morgan freeman, but sometimes he gets a little weird. not christopher walken weird, but kind of strange in a way.
i'm going to go with kevin kline in a close one over peter sellers. i like sellers more, but remember he played 3 characters in dr. strangelove. how could you ever
*manningkrull . . . geeze, can I credit anything else?
I had cleaned off and sterilized *one* surface in the house, and it happened to be the bathroom counter. And I went in there, and there was a comb. And I thought, "here it comes. Next, someone will put toothpaste next to the comb, and a toilet paperroll next to the toothpaste, and handcream next to the roll of toilet paper and on and on until the whole counter is filled with crap, and trash, and toiletries, and non descript brown stuff that only comes off with X14."
Quoted with permission from trypheanoia
I don't want to jinx it, but I've just been informed I've been hand-picked to be eligible to re-finance my house for as little as 3.75%.--armadis499 loves his email
current mood: grateful
So after watching shadowgeist play Fatal Frame 2 until the early morning hours, I didn't think I'd have any trouble sleeping. But then, foolishly, I opted to read the new ghost story thread on the SA forums. Then, I read a post about a guy who has regular (once a month) nightmares about an emaciated blue man with sunken eyes who comes into his room and tries to touch him with his finger. Then I went back and read the ghost story thread some more. What the hell was I thinking. I'm checking my little comptuer rear view mirror about once every fifteen seconds. Of course, the only thing I can see is my ridiculous haircut. So instead of getting scared, I get all mad and pissed off and self-conscious. And I think What will the ghosts think of me when they come to eat my face? "Oh, HE must go to SUPERCUTS."--pfsheckarski is sleep deprived
Holy. Crap. Spider-man 2 was so awesome, I can hardly put it in words... wait, I think I can. Imagine fighting back to back with Pac-Man. There. THAT AWESOME.
And a special thanks to Krypton comics, through which I won tickets to the advanced screening last night. A special un-thank you to the guy sitting next to me who had the loudest, most piercing laugh EVAR.
--schiarire, on who influenced Ridley Scott to kill off Moxica so gruesomely in "1492: Conquest of Paradise."
In the car.
In the parking lot.
theferrett, who received a chainmail dice bag as a gift:
In any case, it's very cool. It's nice and weighty in your hand, and jangles beautifully. I love the feel of chainmail in my hand. Plus, if I wanted to I could fill it with D20s and use it as a cosh to mug people with, smacking them over the back of the head with a couple of pounds' worth of metal and dice. And then, if they were still conscious after I'd hit them, I'd scream "Roll for initiative!" and smack them again.