Friday, June 20, 2008

N.B.

Tam is no longer allowed to consume diary products. I'm just sayin'

Computer room not all that big.

9 comments:

og said...

Hah! you're just unarmed. You should arm yourself, young skywalker.

CounterClckWise said...

LOL TMI OMG

Anonymous said...

Um, so she farts in your general direction?

(Monty Python...a veritable wellspring of quotables. Okay, fine...paraphrasables.)

Perhaps she should indulge in a Squeak-off, given that Squeaky has just admitted to having a modest talent in that direction. Points for sound, olfactory impact, and color.

Breda said...

I read this and immediately thought of Og.

word: tzardu

Paul Simer said...

Yep, gotta keep her away from diary products like LiveJournal and Xanga. You never know what kind of angsty drama her suppressed teenage self will dredge up. It can get a little unbearable, especially when she starts the Emo music and talks about how nobody understands her.

rickn8or said...

Yet another illusion shattered.

I somehow thought, that Tam being the lady she is, in the unlkely event she SHOULD she exude any gas, the odor would resemble fresh-baked apple pie with cinnamon.

You can well imagine MY disappointment.

HTRN said...

And all this time I was under the impression she was a shy and delicate flower...

BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHA....

Roberta X said...

Tsk, what minds y'all have. Did I even mention g-a-s?

Old Grouch said...

I think Paul wins the thread.