For some reason, this made me think of Bill the Cat. Not sure why. *grin* *ackpth!*

THIS. SERIOUSLY. I AM SO PISSED I’M YELLING. GAAAAH.

Normally I hate lines like that because they are just so patronizing, but this one...this one was deserved. It really was a bunch of kids swishing whips around.

Many, many, many parts of the Midwest. Seriously. I look stereotypically Jewish and had people asking “what are you” for all of my adolescence and much of my young adulthood.

THIS.

I know this’ll get buried way down in the greys, but...

What *are* you blathering about?

Sushi grade fish is actually quite safe. My two favorites are tuna and eel. The eel is cooked and is sweet and smokey and flaky and very very tasty. The tuna is rich and dark and has a high iron content. Very good for you, with the most amazing texture. If you’re ever in the DC area and want to be a bit adventurous…

The smart-ass answer is that it’s someone from Indiana. The longer, though probably apocryphal, answer is that people from Indiana were notoriously suspicious of outsiders and it’s a corruption of what they used to shout at visitors: “Who’s here?” This is pretty dumb, as it’s pronounced Hoo-shur. It’s also the name…

Same caveat. No labs. No money, so no labs. *sigh* Mother-fucking Michiana.

Also, if it was the Mishawaka one, there aren’t any labs of that sort short of Kalamazoo. Srsly.

“We’re going to take these to a lab to test them!”
“...get out.”

I have been trying to shift it around in my head to see how he possibly could have gotten there:
Tanqueray. Tank and tonic. T and Tonic. T and to? T-to?

I was with you right up until the casual racism...

You, sir or miss, have just made my day. Srsly.

Well, what did you tell her? You can’t just start a primo story like that and leave us hanging... *grin*

I love sushi. Love-love it. It’s incredible. And I hate liars, puke, and people who would lie themselves into puking. Want to go out? *grin*

My mother still holds pants and skirts up to my waist to see if they’ll fit. Unfortunately, she thinks my waist is at my navel...

Morbidly sexist. Morbidly sexist? So sexist toward man-feels that it’s killing them? Huh. I don’t really know what to make of that.

Srsly. My ex loved the way I look, which can be described as “exotic” on a good day and “odd” on a bad one, and though I’ve come to terms with my looks, a huge A-line dress didn’t entirely do me any favors. Though, the dress did come in handy for many subsequent years of zombie walks. I make a fantastic zombie bride.