It should be Lambos, not Ferraris, but otherwise this sounds pretty good. The only problem is, it seems to give everyone pretty much the same result.
From Nag on the Lake, via Mastercowfish.
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I am so in love with the sulking corner for the scorned. I need one of those on celluloid blonde.
I think it applies to EVERY corner of my apartment.
I so want to do it that is hilarious to me but I am afraid the scorned would get hoppy.
I want to know the difference between a fancy party and a fancy schmancy party. Is it the brand of vodka?
Fancy schmancy means someone’s Yiddish relative disapproves.
Ah, thanks for the clarification. If I had any Yiddish relatives ALL my parties would qualify. I’m thinking of having the long-delayed Freaky Tiki party on Halloween, but I think I already committed to taking a teenager to Fright Night at Playland (free carnival rides and six haunted houses with live actors; hilarious fun). We shall see, but reserve the date anyway.
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Probably I had really better go hit the Hollywood parade this year there are not that many years I am likely to be able to pull off a body hugging white spandex catsuit and pretend to be Ghost left.
True enough: work it while you got it. But you know, it’s only a couple of hour’s flight from LA to Vangroover…you can spend more than that on the 405.
It might be way more fun up there. I wonder how rough the borders are these days. Airlines are unsane just interstate, making people wear fip flops and hand over shampoo and cigarette lighters. Sigh.
They took my aromatherapy spray away from me last time I tried to move.
Bastards! That was lavender, damn them.
GoddAM!
how the hell did I end up with a doberman pinscher named warren?
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Hey, I’VE got a doberman named Warren. Sure we’re not shacking up?
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