November 3rd, 2007

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 Well, here we are, the end of another week.

I'm squicked out my Michael's sigh over the appearance of the flannel nightgown.  Must Dee sleep in Victoria's Secret every night?

The conversation between the Crown Prince and Merrie is just so far outside the realm of normality, I am flabbergasted.  First of all, children don't develop a sense of measuring time outside of generalities until first or second grade.  They understand, breakfast time, lunch time, bed time, but turning the clocks back doesnt mean anything to them.


This conversation makes far more sense in the context of "That 70's Show" with the gang sitting around in the basement getting stoned. That's when you talk about crap like this.  (Or so I've heard....::shifty eyes::

Quote of the day:
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Groucho Marx