― di, Saturday, 6 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
:) Awww, sorry about your weekend.
― Brian MacDonald, Saturday, 6 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
(sorry if i sounded snippy in chasing amy thread. i actually really you should rent it and then post what you think, if your opinion of the plot changed or whatever. and cheer up!)
― ethan, Saturday, 6 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
A: Molasses?
Q: Nope...
A: Chocolate?
A: Poo?!
Q: Nope!
A: Well, what, then?
Q: "A stick!"
(the answer is written in white to keep it a surprise -- cut 'n paste to see it)
― Phil, Saturday, 6 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― hn, Saturday, 6 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mike Hanle y, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― phil, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
sorry i didn't make it hamish, i live in the NEV and bus transport is crap on a sunday. (yeah, i could walk but i'm a lazy schmo).
― lady die, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― DG, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Anyway, her sister wasn't there. We waited for 45 minutes, then went to eat a pizza and then took the trains back home. We walked in the door at 5 after midnight. Wasted the entire Sat. night. There was a message on the machine from her sister said, "Hi, it's 9:45. We didn't leave already. Like I told you, we were running late, so... we're here! Give us a call"... Her sister's full of shit! First of all, she never "told us" she was running late and second of all, we were on her steps at 9:45! We left the final message on her machine at 10:00, which she was not home to hear or pick up the phone. At 10:00, I also called home and checked my messages: there was no message left at 9:45 from her sister!
― Nude Spock, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Maria, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Abbie, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― maryann, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
You ought to have a hot cocoa or something - can anyone rub this woman's feet? I've found it's impossible to feel rotten and unworthy of attention while getting a footrub. Next best option, get a tub of hot water, some bath salts, a scrubbie, nailpolish maybe, and give yourself a pedicure. I'm not a foot fetishist or anything by the way - it's just that feet are so often neglected, if they feel better, it seems to carry over.... do I sound totally insane? heh. Hi Di.
― Kim, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― di, Sunday, 7 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)