I got my (almost 30-y.o.) boyf hooked on Phineas and Ferb. He's not completely convinced on Hannah Montana yet (he says he's laughing at ME enjoying it, not because it's funny, when I make him watch it), but he DVRs the SHIT out of Phineas and Ferb.
Hey Ashley Tisdale, how can you watch people cleaning your pool (or "doing" it, whatever that means, I don't have a pool so I don't know)?? We have people who come & garden a few times a week at my house, and I can hardly even make toast when they're out there because I feel so awkward messing around with bread in the kitchen while they're out there working. I don't want them to see me and think "look at her, making toast while we spread manure on her grass, what a snob". If I went out there and actually WATCHED them, I think I would evaporate from awkwardness and guilt...
Unless you're living in a teen movie, and your pool is cleaned by a sexy yet nonthreatening shirtless boy while you lounge nearby and drink something through a colorful twisty straw. That's probably the case, huh?
@BetteD: The whole Phelps clan is coconuts. One thing I have learned living in Kansas is that is a hell of a lot easier to just ignore them. They thrive on all of the negative attention they recieve from the sane members of society.
@jebash: No. Fred Phelps. Google is your... I would say "friend", but as you're kind of lucky to have never heard of the Phelpses, perhaps it's not so much :P
@Tchotchke: Perhaps it's just that smell that occurs when you haven't worn something in a while, and it's sat in the back of your wooden drawers and it comes out... funky? Cat litter-y?
Has happened to me!
Of course, I am a feminist, so perhaps I am attributing it wrong.
Cat litter is just the first level, Diablo. The next level is day-old chinese food. Of course, you're not allowed to have had any sort of chinese food in the apartment for nearly a week.
I really wish Katy Perry would record a song called "Look At Me! I'm Soooo Edgy! Don't You Think I'm Clever? I'm Desperate for Attention! WHY WON'T YOU LIKE ME!?! BUT I'M FILLED WITH WHIMSY!!!!!" and just get it over with.
Whelp, that seals the deal, Nicole Richie. You're dreamy. Let's get Mexican and watch Dexter instead. I know you have to be a Dexter fan. I know it in my core.
Nicole Richie has just become fantastically endearing in the past couple of years. If you had asked me if I thought we would ever be doing the same thing on any given night back when she was besties with Paris, I would have said there wasn't a chance in hell...but it seems we have the same Monday night routine.
True story (not to be read with a full stomach of mexican food either).
Har Mar (aka Sean) fucked my friend on my old couch some time ago and I walked in on it. I can burn a couch, I cannot, however, burn my eyes. Although it did answer the burning question of what Jay Sherman from The Critic would look like in the flesh and how little liquor it took for my friend to lose reasonable standards at that time.
@TransFat: You from LA. Im friends/acquaintances with Mr. Sean and he's a nice enough dude. And he manages to bed a lady nearly every time I see him. Not me, but I have friends.
@ArtfulSlinger: Nice, yes. No real problems with him as a person, maybe as a persona (though his live shows are pretty wild). But bare buttocksed in my living room riding my couch...gross! I don't care how friendly you are, is that something you want to see coming down your stairs?
I am certain we run in the same circle now. Just try giving the secret jezebel handshake the next time you see a redhead in echo park (chances are).
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Unless you're living in a teen movie, and your pool is cleaned by a sexy yet nonthreatening shirtless boy while you lounge nearby and drink something through a colorful twisty straw. That's probably the case, huh?
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Has happened to me!
Of course, I am a feminist, so perhaps I am attributing it wrong.
*Sniffs self*
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This is your mission. Good luck.
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Har Mar (aka Sean) fucked my friend on my old couch some time ago and I walked in on it. I can burn a couch, I cannot, however, burn my eyes. Although it did answer the burning question of what Jay Sherman from The Critic would look like in the flesh and how little liquor it took for my friend to lose reasonable standards at that time.
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Man that guy was/is skeevy...
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I am certain we run in the same circle now. Just try giving the secret jezebel handshake the next time you see a redhead in echo park (chances are).
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