I’d be willing to wager that at least half the folks at Yankee Stadium are there courtesy of a corporate expense account. Great – you get to spend someone else’s money and act like a bafoon.
It’s ok, snappy. Mr. Squirrel Pants left a hasty message here praying you weren’t angry with him. What other woman could claim to scare the master of intimidation? How do you do it?
2. Hanging out near a Black Hole where the effects of the bend in space-time effectively stop it’s forward motion.
Dare I mess with this one????
m4l, just being a nice guy….get your mind out of the gutter. Jeesh.
Snappy, much discussion of a house near you on the Open House Picks thread.
Bxgirl, it’s the general fear of being doused with copious amounts of glitter. It instills terror in the hearts of most men 🙂
“go into any local DMV office and wait in line for a vehicle registration in which case time seems to stop and 25 minutes can become an eternity.”
LOL. Or try the post office the week before Christmas.
Ditto what DH and Denton just said.
I’d be willing to wager that at least half the folks at Yankee Stadium are there courtesy of a corporate expense account. Great – you get to spend someone else’s money and act like a bafoon.
Indeed. I was subscribed to Scientific American all through high school!
Peace now may not be Stevie B after all. I have a new theory…
It’s ok, snappy. Mr. Squirrel Pants left a hasty message here praying you weren’t angry with him. What other woman could claim to scare the master of intimidation? How do you do it?
“3. Entering a theoretical worm hole which distorts the space-time fabric unto itself.”
i.e. the last hour of work on a Friday afternoon?