Apr. 24th, 2009
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Apr. 24th, 2009 12:01 pmTomorrow
elionwyr is jumping out of a perfectly good airplane to raise money for SOAR, an organization that addresses rape awareness, prevention and recovery.
Her fund-raising goal is $1,000. As of this writing she's raised $967.
Someone go top her off? Good cause and she deserves to reach that goal!
http://www.firstgiving.com/dustilewars
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Her fund-raising goal is $1,000. As of this writing she's raised $967.
Someone go top her off? Good cause and she deserves to reach that goal!
http://www.firstgiving.com/dustilewars
has everyone gone insane?
Apr. 24th, 2009 05:44 pmOlbermann vs. Hannity reaches new levels of batshittery:
http://www.wowowow.com/politics/olbermann-pony-big-money-every-second-hannity-waterboarded-video-276465
via
nancylebov
http://www.wowowow.com/politics/olbermann-pony-big-money-every-second-hannity-waterboarded-video-276465
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Since there are so many new people here and someone just said the word "braying" in another and completely unrelated post, it's time for Fun Stories from When I Was a Dominatrix.
So one day, we're all sitting in our stupid little locker room where we wait for clients to come in and the phone rings. Reception answers and after a few moments, we hear the clack of high heels as she walks back towards are room.
"Hey, who has the biggest ears?" the receptionist asks.
"WHAT?"
"I've got this guy on the phone --" she begins.
One particularly insane dominatrix cuts her off. "I'll do it, I'll do it, what does he want?"
"Well, he wants to ride on your back and pull on your ears while you make donkey noises."
We all gape.
"You mean braying?" the girls asks.
"I guess," the receptionist says.
The dominatrix starts braying in this huge, honking, convulsing sort of way. We all die with laughter as the receptionist clatters away.
We spend the next three hours praying the client comes in, just for the sheer what-the-fuckery of it.
He never does.
So one day, we're all sitting in our stupid little locker room where we wait for clients to come in and the phone rings. Reception answers and after a few moments, we hear the clack of high heels as she walks back towards are room.
"Hey, who has the biggest ears?" the receptionist asks.
"WHAT?"
"I've got this guy on the phone --" she begins.
One particularly insane dominatrix cuts her off. "I'll do it, I'll do it, what does he want?"
"Well, he wants to ride on your back and pull on your ears while you make donkey noises."
We all gape.
"You mean braying?" the girls asks.
"I guess," the receptionist says.
The dominatrix starts braying in this huge, honking, convulsing sort of way. We all die with laughter as the receptionist clatters away.
We spend the next three hours praying the client comes in, just for the sheer what-the-fuckery of it.
He never does.
why is my life awesome?
Apr. 24th, 2009 11:25 pmMy life is AWESOME because
bodlon sent me a letter written on the back of a found sign proclaiming "VELOCIRAPTOR ENTRY POINT" and enclosed with it alpine strawberry seeds.
I am very excited about the strawberry seeds, although considering that we're already having problems with the basil Patty bought (bigger pot? too much water? lack of sun? WHAT DOES IT NEED? -- the thyme and rosemary are doing okay though), they might be beyond our skill-set. But then I'm the lunatic that wants to grow tomatos. In the house.
Anyway. Letter. VELOCIRAPTOR ENTRY POINT. Also, little ducky stickers.
(Email soon, sir. I've been doing that working all night since Patty's away dumb shit thing again).
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I am very excited about the strawberry seeds, although considering that we're already having problems with the basil Patty bought (bigger pot? too much water? lack of sun? WHAT DOES IT NEED? -- the thyme and rosemary are doing okay though), they might be beyond our skill-set. But then I'm the lunatic that wants to grow tomatos. In the house.
Anyway. Letter. VELOCIRAPTOR ENTRY POINT. Also, little ducky stickers.
(Email soon, sir. I've been doing that working all night since Patty's away dumb shit thing again).