September 20th, 2008


People would watch this movie.

Elsejournal, in a conversation about baby changing tables in bathrooms:

gameboyguy13 wrote:
I don't know a lot about girls, but my excuse is that I don't need to.

azurelunatic wrote:
You know, in the Wacky World of Romantic Comedies, that statement there would mean your imminent whirlwind romance with another young man who would suddenly find that his one night of drunken indiscretion with an --eek-- *girl* meant that he'd become a father, and in the tragic way of things, said girl would have died in childbirth, leaving him (and, by extension, sort of you) with a Tiny Baby Girl to worry about.

Green Fairy

Once it's made, first, you inhale, and the scent kicks your brain like a sockful of black licorice jellybeans. Then you sip -- ever so small a sip -- and inhale and let the air take the scent and the alcohol up into your sinuses and down into your lungs. You almost have to smoke it.

I am having maybe a tablespoon.

I can see how this stuff attracted a following.