This high-waisted pants wearing, greasy haired, watch chain wearin' bad boy is all mine, ladies. Hands off.

*nodding* Urgency of tone is where the difference is. "HOT POT!" is another one I often end up yelling when someone comes wandering into my workspace and I'm holding something hot (even if it's not a pot). It's enough to jar them into paying attention.

Us too :)

I've taught boyfriends "Behind" because I have no patience for cat-herding when I'm baking.

This! I would much rather drink next-to-no soda and enjoy a bottle of something really good with proper cane sugar in it than drink lots of sweetener-saturated garbage. It all tastes metallic and sour to me. But then they won't make as much money, so the impetus is nil.

"the 7th or 8th time is the charm" BOOM.

When it comes to poutine, I regret nothing! It's tasty, it sticks to your ribs on a cold winter day, and it makes no pretensions about being fancy; the name is derived from the slang for "big damn mess". :P

Either that or Flavourtown is next door to Chernobyl.

_We_ did this? Oh my god, I'm so sorry D:

Oh god, Hulksex. *internal screaming* 0_o

Oh god. I think I'd be skulking away after the first few times it happened. It's hard to say which would be the worst of all the above examples. Beast would have hairballs, the Hulk would wreck the house, Spiderman would leave webbing everywhere (even if he apologized for it, he still wouldn't clean it up)...

Yeah. The brooding would get tired reeeeeeeal quick.

Or..."Fine. Could THE NIGHT please take out the goddamn trash?"

Aww! :)

Dude. You do the vacuuming, and there will be someone who'd give you time for tea and the crossword.

And Rob & Doug Ford.

Badly constructed, but I totally agree with the sentiment of it.

My mom was born in 1950. She was also an ardent feminist. I'd like to think she wasn't _that_ atypical >:(

Okay, I admit I snickered. Touché.

I'm with you. No pants-feels for this guy whatsoever.