Yes, it does seem that a robotic sphincter would solve all your problems.
Woooo that looks really gay. I'm in!
Wow that sounds like a lot of fun! Except for the no-pants part.
It's a good smell. It's the smell of technology and progress... or maybe it's just the... I'm not going to question it. It's technology and progress scratch-n-sniff.
When we went house-hunting last weekend, we visited Disney's Hyperion Studios, which was renamed "Gelson's". Like Disney-MGM, it no longer has a working animation team on site.
MmMMmM. Smoked pork roast, cooked by the essence of flaming tragedy.
Which is why I find myself living in Los Angeles, producing movie websites, and.. today... writing a political play about Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots. Mmmm, that's good derail.
(Bing Crosby sits by his fireplace in a smoking jacket with a mug of hot cider in one hand. A lit Christmas tree sits to his left.)
Bing: "Hello, friends. You know, nothing says Christmas like a giant rubber double-sided dong.
Eating the Disneyland mapbook ranks higher than Village Haus.
C'mon people settle down. You've already gone and got the thread sticky.
And it looks like the rabbit in your sig is preventing cancer.
...does spraying Leo with whipped cream count as cooking ?
Proper punctuation and capitalization is the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse.." and "I had to help my uncle jack off a horse..
This suggests I have the power of taxation.
Are you insinuating that there is a possibility that some of my posts have been in some way suggestive?!?
(in reference to his grasp of Spanish)
It's weird that I know how to say "vaginally", but not "arm".
I missed hernias, cognac, and aliens? Damn it!
Dude, there was NO BACON in that dream. How could it possibly be labeled "best dream evar" without some freaking bacon in it?
Yes, but I don't want to meet random people, I want to meet LoTters. You know, people I can trust to construct complete sentences that don't consist entirely of "me too!!!!
I was thinking of just inviting JWBear over to do it - and maybe add GD's suggestions of serving cocktails - then we can just be three fitted sheets to the wind.
am I seriously joining a discussion of the real-world-logistics of creating a boatplanecar?
Tim Burton's "The King's Speech" would have Johnny Depp as King George, dream-like flashbacks to his growing up with "King Daddy George" and a CGI trip through his larynx set to the music of Oingo Boingo.
Predicting a 4-5 magnitude earthquake is not quite like saying it will be sunny here in LA, but close.
Any continuation of the line of thought is going to end up using "love tunnel," and awkward first person exposition, I just know it.
