Packs of Breathe-Right strips.

Really, you all are bottomless wells of wit.

I might have showed a slight bias on the little ones last night in Vader outfits, even if it was black pajamas, the mask and painted egg cartons for the chest piece. I regret nothing.

But a lesson to the wise: never try to egg a Jedi's house or bike, the eggs make U-turns and come after you. True story.

*chokes on beer* This is unsettling. And I don't understand the reference.

...Qui-Gon?

Current Mood: sad

So.

Had a gator walk through the shopfloor. Apparently going around the garage was too much work in this humidity.

Have also heard the perfect example of 'screaming like a girl' from Jean-Paul.

Oh hell. I'm this close to joining in cherrying frogs, it's so quiet.

And I'm the buddhist-hippy greasemonkey.

My friend’s nephew announced to everyone yesterday that he is legally changing his name to Batman Wolverine Skywalker when he turns 21. IMMD




I gladly welcome the boy to our family.

Public Service Announcement:

No matter how fast you go, and how many times you have watched this TV show Dukes of Hazzard,  a truck cannot jump the swamp pass. Especially one older than the driver with an engine that should be in a sedan.

Repeat offenders will not get any help dredging their trucks out the swamp anymore. We will just point and laugh.

Heheh-

Oh man, if you have time and your godbox ready at hand, you've gotta come on down to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. I don't think anyone is conservative out here, there's a party at every corner and the music is crazy!

 I'll let all drunken bodies crash at my place, might even post bail if your story is good enough.

*cackling*

It's not pod-racing, but I bet with a few beers, this could be FANTASTIC.

Roman X-chariot

Mods look simple, could cobble this here together in a few days...

Nnnngh. Stupid Terran euphemisms.

Technically, all I had to do was turn off the damned iron lung.

And no, so don't start. I was too busy being whiny and angsty, remember?

I get that there's a kind of music played this month, and that the radio's been getting a bit annoying. But the street bands make even Roud Elf the Re-dosed Raindear worthwhile.

... So.

Co-workers and marshmallow cannons?

So worth the clean-up.

Alright. It's almost Halloween. I've decided that, in the spirit of the time, we will be having a Halloween party on the Kelvin. I'm going to open the party to non-crew, but any hot women need to pay a cover charge of one kiss.

Other than that, bring alcohol, wear a costume, and the first person who gets Spock to crack a smile who isn't actively sleeping with him will have my undying respect.

This is completely absurd. The communication lines had fallen and this... I have finally lost my mind.

[Public broadcast: failed to be a filtered channel in the frequency of the Order of Royal Protestants Knights.]

Seras! Seras Victoria! Where did you fly off? Bloody hell, Police Girl! If Alucard were still here...

Is there anyone still alive to copy me? Sir Islands... Sir Walsh. London has been secured. The enemy has been annihilated. I repeat, our enemies have been destroyed.

I need medical attention immediately.

[Edit.]

Sir Anakin Skywalker has briefed me with my whereabouts. I am looking for Doctor McCoy or the creature known as Phoenix.

I spent all of last week working on my car. Anything I did was done face first in the engine of my vintage mustang, which I did not have until last Monday.

It's a beautiful car, but my hands will take weeks to look human again. What drug was slipped into the water supply?

At least now the boys have something to bond over. I think Chris and Darius haven't said two words about anything other than the car since I came to my senses.

...Quite frankly I don't see what's all the fuss and weird looks about asking the angry drunk why he's in a mood instead of just tossing him out of the front door.

Clearly, something was eating at him and the chance of him opening up to a friendly ear was plausible.

Sway.

Please stop cementing our tools to the counter-tops. Or at least do it on a Friday so we can melt them back off in time for work.

Thank you.

Someone, for the love of- Well, SOMEONE - preferably female (because I THINK that's what he prefers, but who knows anymore) - please sleep with Jacen Solo.

Please.

He's even kinda cute. Ish.