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I post this every year and it still cracks me up. Especially the "YOU LIKE IT WHEN I SPEAK YOUR NATIVE TONGUE" part.



Video, obv, NSFW. Don't even bother pretending to be shocked, I know some of y'all have a copy of 50 Shades under your beds. And the rest of y'all have much better BDSM literature, lol.

Loaves 3 and 4 of the pumpkin bread are in the oven. Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Gobble gobble gobble.

Because some days I freely admit that most of my brain never matured past the sixth grade:

bottledgoose: as an aside, your ice cream spoon is positively festooned in vulvas
cell23: it's not like i'm making a mask out of... what?
cell23: that's... how?
bottledgoose: FESTOONED.
cell23: i don't have an ice cream spoon.
bottledgoose: in some seriously vaginal flowers
bottledgoose: yeah you do
bottledgoose: its the spoon with the really long handle. For ice cream floats.
cell23: ah
cell23: also called "just another spoon"
bottledgoose: so much for being specific in regards to which spoon is vaginariffic

And to think, that snippet came AFTER the more disturbing part of the conversation involving elves murdering people with candy cane shivs. But seriously, I'm not making this up:





To be fair, The House has an equally "floral" shower curtain in the upstairs bathroom that makes me *snrrrk* all the damn time. I mean, I get the whole flowers=vaginas imagery but sometimes I want to walk up to people that design this stuff and be all like "HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THAT???"

You guys, if any of you need a laugh, I seriously suggest you go read horizonchaser's latest entry about her geese. They... I... omg. ROFLMAO.

http://horizonchaser.livejournal.com/91072.html

Ben is my goosey hero.

WEEELLLP that ain't getting unstuck from my head anytime soon. Especially since cell23 is now singing it in the other room.

Guys, I think I've found my calling in life, or something, because I apparently throw bitchin parties. 'Course with the crowd of people that showed up to our house to properly usher cell23's fourth decade in last night, it's quite hard to have a bad party. Hell even the people that couldn't come but sent well-wishes via twitter (you were there in spirit, Mr. Berube!) helped, so yeah. There were also Muppets, Batman, Castlevania, and Mario Kart assisting. :) Special guest stars: cell23's now infamous Gay Bar Dance while he beat the shit out of his princess pinata (aersi helped). The terrifying pin the tail on the donkey game that oneforellis brought that looked like a donkey staring worriedly at his ass as red liquid appeared to pour out of it (it was supposed to be a target painted on, but it looked way too much like severe intestinal damage). THE MOTHERFUCKING INDIANA JONES CAKE WITH WORKING BALL. That's right you heard me. That cake was BOSS.

But yeah, you know how you know it was a good party? 2 reasons: 1) I just stumbled downstairs in search of breakfast (by the way, aersi? you're a motherfucking genius, thank you for the bagels) saw the horror my living room and kitchen are after everything... and grinned my face off. 2) The part where towards the end of the evening, cell23 (who tends to detest having a big thing made of his birthday, so yes, I threw him a party cause I'm a bitch like that ;) ) was being glomphed by all the remaining ladies present, and while cackling maniacally, declared that he should turn 30 every year.

I clearly win at everything. Including hangovers. I had quite a bit of "kool-aid" (hawaiian punch, sierra mist, tangerine vodka and slushed ice make great punch, btw) and then another_murray brought over pomegranate liqueur and i was just done for afterward. but I only have a bit of a headache this morning and that may well be because I forgot to make/get coffee. Yeah, I know.

But yeah, thanks guys. And happy birthday cell23. I love you, and I think it's safe to say so does everyone who was in attendance. :)

Thanks to triplemare for reminding me of this. (Not safe for work, or for that matter, life.)



I know I've posted this the last two Thanksgivings, but when I stop dying at "You like it when I speak your native tongue, don't you", I'll stop posting it.

I must not LJ.
LJ is the time-waster.
LJ is the blog that brings total oblivion.
I will face my LJ.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when ...
it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the LJ has gone there will be no time left.
Only I will remain.

h/t sixswordsamurai.


IRL news: It goes. Head is noisy. Stressed. You know, what has become standard parameters. *sigh* Really just want to crawl into bed and not wake up until September. Well, maybe a short break in hibernation for the Scott Pilgrim movie.

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Food for thought (hattip to nounsandverbs):

Relationships are wonderful things, but in order to be successful at them, it's important to have a good sense of self. Without that, it's easy to either lose oneself in the relationship or to become so insecure and demanding that one drives a wedge into the relationship.

Quoted from a really quite sensible entry on what does and doesn't work in a poly relationship written by zoethe. Certainly been on both sides of this coin; it's not cute. Worth the read.

Food for giggles: If you aren't already on metaquotes, horizonchaser's goose has been having... problems... with metal. I read it several hours ago and I'm still giggling.

Also apparently Scott Pilgrim #6 dropped today. It would be on a broke day. GRRR. Course, I still need to pick up #5 (even though I've read it.)

(edited for linkfail)

It's really quite amazing what will have me on the floor howling with laughter some days, especially days like this one where I'm starting to hallucinate my ativan bottle as a big bag of plain M&Ms. Today it's the fact that you can add vuvuzela to any youtube video by clicking the football.

HELLO LADIES. LOOK AT YOUR MAN. NOW BACK TO BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

*dead*

i think this calls for a vuvuzela/World Cup gif party. Post if you've got em.

(hattip to _kyri)