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Wasn't Asses of Fire the name of the movie within the South Park movie?

That is a good one! I'm eternally grateful to my buddy pranashakti for sharing the phrase "zen as a jackhammer" with me. And it's pretty much how I expect to feel for the next month leading up to our move.

Ha! This thread combined with the forecast of 100 degree temperatures for the next week has inspired me to go get my hair chopped off tomorrow at the punk rock/roller derby salon. Not that I have that much to hack off, since it's only a chin-length bob, but it feels sooooo heavy and I end up pulling it back in a barrette and looking like a total dork.

But short hair feels sooooo good!

Off the top of my head, I would recommend trying: Dorian Sin Vixen Queen of Sheba Sudha Segara Chimera

I second Quietude and Safari which are pretty much straight lavender. They don't have very good lasting power on skin in my experience, so I couldn't begin to guess how much you might need to properly scent the lotion. You may be better off using lavender essential oil.

I the Hungry Ghost label!

Maybe "minister" is a euphemism for "dominatrix" ETA: I showed the shoes and read the review to my boyfriend and he thinks it's a Baptist transvestite minister.

Nekkid luncheon! I'm picturing nekkid ladies wearing pillbox hats and white gloves sitting around eating dainty cucumber sandwiches and sniffing BPAL (of course!) How about Nekkid Tea Party?

Do you live in the Little Whorehouse on the Prairie? Seriously, though, I think Sacred Whore of the Prairie is pretty damn funny. I think there's a 30 character limit for titles, so some of the others may be too long.

I love the image of an Airedale taking a nice bite out of someone's ass! I think I'll forever have that image in my head now. And a completely unrelated Airedale story I just remembered. Years ago, I worked at a cat shelter that had a food pantry that gave out pet food to people having trouble affording it. Around the same time, I ended up working in an office with a woman who said, "oh, my dad absolutely loves that shelter, because they found our dog." To make a long story short, her parents had an old Airedale who one day disappeared from their yard and wasn't wearing his collar. A few days later, a homeless guy with a recently groomed Airedale showed up at the shelter (which was miles across town from this woman's parents house) wanting dog food for the dog. The shelter's dog person immediately knew that this well-groomed dog did not belong to the homeless guy, so she started calling groomers to try to find out if anyone knew whose dog it might be, and eventually she tracked down the owners. It always makes me giggle to think of this dog spending a few days traveling around the north side of Chicago, and I always wonder where all he went and what he saw.

I can already see the People magazine layout of "Sexiest Male Rock Star Pedicures!"

I can just picture them with those caps and hooks to pull the sections of hair through the cap! That made my day! If only you could see their toenails, 'cause I bet they gave each other pedicures, too, at the Aerosmith slumber party.

I think being a banana is more my style!

I've read your post a few times and yes, either you're a bit addled or I am (which is entirely possible ). Are you saying that you are an ice queen bitch or that you're not, but if you were you would have some things you don't have now?

Eeeeeek! I saw the legendary French pedicure with scary long toenails with my very own eyes today! It was on someone I would have to describe as a 20-something Banana Republican, and it was grotesque and gave me goosebumps (not the good kind).

Look at that sweet face! I was just telling my boyfriend on the way home tonight that most terriers look so happy to me. I don't know if it's the proportion of their features or what, but they always look happy and laughing in an almost human way. All these tales of dogs dying today is really bringing me down, though, so a round of for everyone. ETA: I think she looks more like, "why do you have me wearing this freakin' tiara?" in that particular picture.

I would definitely take him to the vet first, before bringing him in. At the very least, it might save you from the horrors of a flea infestation.

Having been raised by a catholic martyr guilt-tripping mother, I'm totally on the "FUCK GUILT!" bandwagon. And when you figure out your reality/romance contradiction, maybe you can help me figure out how I manage to be both the most cynical person I know and the most optimistic person I know (not at the same time, of course).

Yay for the Puddin'! We all know you secretly named him after trading post Puddin'. I used to dream of having a retirement home for cats, and I was going to call it Bud Garvey's Home for Elderly Cats after a decrepit old snowshoe siamese I once adopted. Now that my cats are all advancing in age, however, I don't know what the hell I was thinking. It's too much work!

Here ya go!

I'm gonna make you a Robert Plant priapus package icon!

I'm glad this actually turned out to be about Zeppelin and not a tease.

Michael Jackson must have been the model.

Phantom Phallus of the Prairie! Of course, my dreadful mind started thinking of funny creepy names and leapt from thinking of Phantom of the Opera variations to a Headless Horseman variation which I guess would have to be the Headless Phallus!