Overworked, underpaid, inflamed appendix, and a mother who thinks you're doing porn aside, nothing quite soothes the senses like telling one's producer to walk the plank.
Arrrrrrrrrrgh you going to the mall later?
Posted by: Grubby at September 19, 2007 10:29 AMI am preparing a black spot for him now, matey.
Posted by: The Great Barstoolio at September 19, 2007 11:23 AMInflamed appendix?
Posted by: Hank Scorpio at September 19, 2007 11:34 AMYeah, ow.
Posted by: Holly at September 19, 2007 11:49 AMI'm not a Dr. but shouldn't you, I don't know, have it removed?
Posted by: Hank Scorpio at September 19, 2007 11:55 AMThat would maybe require health insurance. My bad!
Posted by: Holly at September 19, 2007 11:57 AMWalk it off.
Health insurance is overrated (as opposed to good health insurance; there is an appreciable difference.)
Posted by: Signal to Noise at September 19, 2007 12:01 PMTrust me I know what you're saying but I've kinda grown attached to alive Holly.
Posted by: Hank Scorpio at September 19, 2007 01:26 PMThat is so going in the sidebar.
Posted by: Holly at September 19, 2007 01:27 PMWow Dianetics by L. Ron Holly really does work!
Posted by: Hank Scorpio at September 19, 2007 02:28 PMI was so happy about yesterday's holiday. I had a t-shirt on yesterday with the jolly rodger, with a gold tooth, that said 'saucy wench.' It was amazing.
Posted by: Elyse at September 20, 2007 06:46 AMI think I've forgotten to mention that I was once employed as a "Pirate Scar Specialist." I saved the paycheck stub.
Posted by: The Great Barstoolio at September 20, 2007 03:00 PM