Do tell, Modell
Maybe I'm just frustrated and grasping at straws, but by the end of the first paragraph, my eyebrow was more than a little raised. What with all the talk of sultry moments and things passing through lips…

It's only 10 years old? I thought all self-respecting futon mattresses had at least a couple of decades on them by now. Like a good papasan chair.

It's very kind of you, ba, to suggest that these soulless suits might be able to blame any part of their actions on alcohol. It gives me more hope than I should have that this could be true.

That's oddly accurate, Boi Gringo. Well done.

I doubt he'll cry over it, though, unless it's tears of joy.

I, uh, didn't complete my thought, apparently.

Is Fake Plastic Trees really that random? It played a lot on the radio in my town back in 1995 or 96. I

I'm sure you're right. Here - have some chicken curry.

Ticker tape funerals for all!

Who buys a futon anymore? Don't you just go buy some Indian food, and one cosmically comes to you?

Thanks, ba.

I've thought that same thought watching The Daily Show lately as they report this mess. I want to laugh, but I just can't.

And the worst thing to happen to Christianity was Christians ( I tried to google who saide that orginally, but I couldn't come up with it).

No more posting from home. That multiple post crap never happens at work.

Oh, man, yeah. The meat platter. It was like a plate of sick handed right to her.

Damn! Triple damn!

Damn! Triple damn!

Damn! Triple damn!

For being such a needle-phobe, he sure was throwing it around with confidence in that scene. He's was bandying it about like a ball point pen.

For being such a needle-phobe, he sure was throwing it around with confidence in that scene. He's was bandying it about like a ball point pen.