And he is...?
And he is...?
Six seasons and a movie.
Make popcorn. I’ll bring wine.
Was gonna say the exact same thing
I spit coffee.
It was more, “This wasn’t happening sooner?”
No. No it’s really not.
I told my family we were changing our cat’s name. He’s a double for Goose.
My theatre burst into applause. And by ‘burst into,’ I mean ‘started applauding politely when I bullied them into it by not stopping my clapping.’
You’re a fucking wizard because that is absolutely going to happen.
But so, so good.
Holy shit. I am so proud of him on your behalf.
Heh, my family calls it a ‘naked’ burger, too. We were at one place with silly, cutesy names on the menu, and my son orders the ‘Fat Elvis’ burger and we say, as usual, “Naked, like, nothing. No sauce, no mayo, no veg. No anything. Naked.” A different server brought us our food when it was ready and asked, “Who wanted… Read more
The usual: fire, flood, hail, acts of God, accidental asphyxiation due to mutually agreed upon, voluntary acts of sexual kink. That’s pretty standard, right? I mean, it was in my basic home insurance package.
Ah. An enforcer. Canadian hockey was built on that. Good for her.
Welllllll, if you insist...
Au contraire! (That’s the second time today I’ve said that) I saw it with my first husband in the theatre when we were in our early twenties. Such babies.
Thank-you and thank-you! My last two birthdays kind of sucked, as you can imagine, so I’m hoping this one is a bit nicer. A little less distressing and a little more pain-free. ❤️