Now I have teardrops on my keyboard, from my ROFLs.
In. Deed.
Best lab safety video EVAR!! (Because chemical burns = twu wuv, obviously.) That's why you wear gloves, kids!
Bwahahahaha. Yeah, when that thing bubbled over, I expected her to run screaming over to the sink...but no.
Huh. My mom went to a high school with over-varnished wood floors. Turns out the varnish was pretty flammable. They found that out when the place burnt to the ground. Oops!
My mother was convinced throughout my four years there that it would one day go up in flames. I always wondered myself. Perhaps that's why they eliminated the shop classes in the eighties... (Also, rooms with bunsen burners or other sources of open flame had tile floors. There were some precautions.)
Didn't you have an 8-ft long engraved stone fireplace in your childhood bedroom? In which you lounged in a prom dress and fondled your guitar while weeping shiny rhinestone tears? I know I did.
I had to make do with a woodstove and a ukelele.
Hey, there *is* such a thing as good country music.
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Date: 2008-03-29 03:42 pm (UTC)In. Deed.
Best lab safety video EVAR!! (Because chemical burns = twu wuv, obviously.) That's why you wear gloves, kids!
Bwahahahaha. Yeah, when that thing bubbled over, I expected her to run screaming over to the sink...but no.
Huh. My mom went to a high school with over-varnished wood floors. Turns out the varnish was pretty flammable. They found that out when the place burnt to the ground. Oops!
My mother was convinced throughout my four years there that it would one day go up in flames. I always wondered myself. Perhaps that's why they eliminated the shop classes in the eighties... (Also, rooms with bunsen burners or other sources of open flame had tile floors. There were some precautions.)
Didn't you have an 8-ft long engraved stone fireplace in your childhood bedroom? In which you lounged in a prom dress and fondled your guitar while weeping shiny rhinestone tears? I know I did.
I had to make do with a woodstove and a ukelele.
Hey, there *is* such a thing as good country music.
Maybe in your odd little world...