Oh, and apparently I'm a gay softball team. Who knew?
Do you have a team name?
D2 is the team name, you twit.
LMAO! And, on that note, have a great weekend, All!
MWAH!
It reminds me of a Will & Grace episode.
OH MY GOD, it so totally is. I'm Will, Jack and Karen all rolled into one, and you're a super annoying version of the super annoying Grace!
OMG, like, thanks Deet!
Oh honey, you're welcome.
And get your own apartment!
YWiW: Q.
Oh, ECH. Thaaaanks.
Well I wanted to say Girly, but she'd probably kill me so...
And with that, I'm off to get hair cut. One single remaining hair. Cut. See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!
(see how I cleverly got Jack in there too?)
Boo!!!
Thought I'd pop in real quick to say Happy Weekend to the Adults.
DD!!! I miss you. Come visit.
There is a wonderful story about the famous comedienne Beatrice Lillie (who was married to an English lord) and her brilliant retort while getting her hair done in a Chicago beauty salon. The wife of one of the Armour meat-packing heirs was incensed that Beatrice Lillie, a "mere actress" was taken before she was. As she was leaving, Miss Lillie snapped "You can tell that butcher's wife that Lady Peel is finished."
Tonight, while getting our hair cuts, our stylist KD was also doing a cut and color on a particularly trying customer. KD is fabulous and can multi-task brilliantly, but CutnColor wasn't being too nice about it. While the color was setting, she looked at me and said "Well he isn't going to take too long, but how long is the other one going to take?"
KD confided to me that she used to be a nurse, but was now an office manager and one of his worst clients.
So even though you probably know where this is going, as I sailed out of the salon I snapped, quite loudly:
"You can tell that ex-nurse that the Doctor is done."
I. Love. Me.
Is it wrong that I read that as CuntNColor?
That sounds appropriate.
YWiW: No, I hoped it would be read that way.
She was horrible to everyone there. The owner of the salon told me I was "bad" at the same time she winked at me and smiled. Meanwhile KD had to leave the salon and go out on the street to laugh his @ss off.
J2, of course, was mortified although he later admitted he was glad I said it.
Wait. You wanted to make me Rosario?!
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
G'night.
*runs*
You better tip that doorman really well this weekend.
Though, Boobs knows people...
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
What are you talking about, Girly?
I was going to say that running won't save you...I know where you live. So then I figured you'd come back with me not being able to get in the building due to the doorman. Comprende now?
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
*moves Malibu away from Girly*
That was pretty convoluted logic, dear.
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