Smacky, you're the best!
Signed, ex-Meadow Enthusiast

Gross.

And apparently they both broke into my grandfather's study and stole his glasses.

What, are you crazy?

I lie awake wondering what she has to do just to make it today.
ADDENDUM: Said action must rhyme with "today" or it won't serve any poetical purpose.

Objection! Stupid hat!

Whatever. There's no way you can diminish the bliss of my first Helvetica Narrow notification.

I've had to deal with this recently and I had success by:
- not engaging with any personal information
- constantly redirecting the conversation to work-related subjects
- kicking ass at the job, while being as boring as possible around her

How do you feel about corn?

Sugarcubes - Planet
Thomas Dolby - Spice Train
Curve - Unreadable Communication
Skinny Puppy - Tsudanama
Oceansize - One Day All This Could Be Yours

Brett Ratner's The Buttler.

Come on! They don't even know if they are themselves.

Speaking of PC, couldn't we eliminate the awkwardness of not knowing what to call various iterations of pre-op/post-op sexual identities, by using the catch-all differently-gendered?

I am Down with that.

Apparently his comprehension skills have been retarded.

I wonder if Jack will still be owned by his Klipsk personal office unit.
*NOTE: I don't really wonder this. I just really like saying "Klipsk" and finally found a justification for doing so.*

On the other hand, lingonberry pancakes are delicious.

But my inherent squeamishness is part of my appeal!

Please keep in mind that "up to $18 million" is the same as "HUGE SALE! UP TO 90% OFF" — it includes zero.

I don't know why, but every time an aficianado says "x fingers of (liquor)", I imagine the fellow presenting an actual human finger, hollowed out and shellaced into a test tube, out of which he sips his gross, fingery drink.