I have a huge Renaissance Europe history test tomorrow and I haven’t really studied and I’m working four to twelve tonight and I’m going to die.
Someone shoot me please.
I’ve got a dilemma. I like you, so I don’t want to shoot you. But you asked me to, and I like you, and I do favors for people I like.
I just don’t know what to do. sigh
Hello all.
Im excited to be here and all that newbie crap. But Im also delighted to first post to an MMP. I loved Rue’s posts, but this one is pretty good too. There are no swimmers (red headed, gay, buff, male or otherwise) in my laundry room, but there is lots and lots of laundry. I moved and somehow my clean and dirty laundry co-mingled and co habitated… now it all needs to go for a swim. With detergent. And laundry booster. Maybe some fabric softner, if my “roommate who does horrible things to fabric softner” hasnt used it all up.
Not really too much to add, except Im glad to be here.
What do they do to fabric softener that’s so terrible that the Geneva Convention should be involved?
Pour it into the bleach slot on the washer? Use it as shampoo? Use it on the bath towels? (If you like your towels to be actually absorbent or “thirsty” as the ad people would say, don’t be using fabric softener on them!)
Just wondering as my fabric softener leads a boring life in the cabinet over the washing machine, just to be used a capful at a time.
So, this movie, is there nationwide distribution? The art film critic in me wants to know. Just for cinematic purposes. I do so enjoy exposure to different genres of film you know.
donkeybear maybe you need to talk to gotpasswords if you need to know about that kinda stuff.
Howdy Normal Saline and welcome! Pull up a chair and set a spell. Glad to have ya with us.
He was chaoticdonkey, then he used his one and only time ever to change his doper name to chaoticbear. I’ve taken to calling him donkeybear. Puggy calls him donkeyboy and bonkeydear and all kinds of other stuff. He answeres to it all, so it’s cool. I also refer to him as grasshopper sometimes. Not that that’s any clearer, but that’s just how it is here. Like we might just call you Axe or whatever else we can come up with.
Okay. That mke sense now. I just didn’t see where people were getting the donkey part from.
I want to call him Regallie. That’s what I think when I see his posts!
I say we call him Reggie, mostly because I’m just feeling a bit annoying today.
And welcome, Normal Saline! I hereby christen you Norm. Unoriginal, yes, but now we all get to shout your name in greeting when you come through the door.
I think it’s possible I have once again overdone it on the caffeine front. 
Just wait until Axe tries to figger out who the hell Bobbio is…
Perhaps you could just send her a giant panda . . .
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Capful. Capful. Or even “Downy-ball”-full. Not glugged in, willy-nilly into the washer. She says “I like my laundry to smell nice, and fabric-softner-y”
She adds it with the laundry detergent. She goes through a bottle in about two weeks. I do laundry daily. I go through a bottle in six months or more before she lived with me.
I don’t despise her though. She has many redeeming qualities which make up for her bizarre use of fabric softner. Before I saw her do this I wondered if she was mainlineing it. I could not figure out how in two months we had gone through two big jugs of the stuff. (There was a buy one get one free cupon, otherwise I would never have bought two jugs at once. Like I say they last six months with me.)
The thing is, I am not particularly particular. I dont care about a lot of things with my laundry. I am greatful she does some of mine. Its just strange, I never thought that anyone used cupfuls at a time.
And thank you for the welcome, Gotpasswords. I am not much interested in pulling up a chair, however. I did a lot of sitting yesterday on a seclusion case, and I very much would rather move around.
I’m completely lost on the movie reference–is gotpasswords a porn star or director?
Here is some help for Kytheria :
chivalry! Plague! Various Popes vying for power! The Spanish Inquistion that nobody was expecting! More plague! Leonardo da Vinci! 4 humors! Burn the witch(oops, that was later), feudal lords and 2 crop rotation!
That is all.
Thank you very kindly, eleanorigby. I’m sure my professor will be laughing his arse off when he marks a big, fat, red ‘F’ on my test paper. 
hugs Draelin I’ll take the panda, just because I don’t get the in-joke…
so, are you saying my synopsis wasn’t helpful?
Hummph. <pouts>
Trust me, in a few years (nay, months) that will be all you remember, too!
Oh Grasshopper, you have much to learn. She uses fabric softener to mark her territory, plain and simple. Have you tried putting the moves on another woman since this began? If you have, I’ll bet you weren’t successful. That other woman starts succumbing to your wiles, moves in for a snog, smells April Fresh Downey on your clothes, and instantly knows you’re spoken for. Men can always take off their rings, but they can’t get the smell out of their duds.
I must have studied advanced medieval history cause I also had to remember serfs. I knew it was a lot harder than what everybody said it was!
Perhaps gotpasswords is one of those hands on directors who likes to show the actors how he wants it done.
Well, of course ya got serfs–ya gots feudal lords, dontcha? Who are they lording it over, if not the serfs?
I think she should go into the exam carrying a lute and wearing those funny hosen (one leg blue, one leg red) and bells on her shoes and maybe one of those cone hats with a veil attached to it…she’s bound to get an A. If Kytheria is male–he may get a date and an A!
I once dated a guy who used liquid fabric softener for, ummm, personal lubricant. I didn’t date him for very long. Had he been a swimmer, I might’ve. Or redheaded.
Anyway, I guess I’m supposed to post about my weekend? It was boring, mainly. Sunday was a day off (much-needed as I’ve been working my ass off for one particular client lately!) and Saturday was a workday.
Sunday I drove north to a college production of several Samuel Beckett short plays. It was a matinee, and about the only performance I could catch. I loves me some Beckett. I mean, the man had a solid grasp of futility, yknow?
I’m considering moving across country, to the Boston area. I’ve been in California for a few years (more than I planned on, really) and perhaps it’s time to get a fresh location, fresh perspective.
And I hate snakes, too. In person, at least.
I just had to look up Rinkhals. :eek: South Africa is beginning to scare me.
It’s old, so if you’ve heard it before, bear with me (snicker-snicker bear with me. Panda. Get it. He-he-he)
Giant Panda walks into a coffee shop, sits at the counter and orders a salad. After he has finished, he takes out a gun, shoots the waitress and starts to walk out the door.
“Wait a minute,” yells the cashier, “what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m a Panda, it’s what I do,” says the Panda.
“What you do? What you do,” shouts the cashier, “what the hell does that mean?”
“Look it up, I’m a Panda and this is what Panda’s do.” With that, the Panda stepped out the door.
The cashier grabs a copy of his concise enclyclopedia and hurriedly looks up “Panda.”
“What do you know,” he says to himself, “it is what Panda’s do–eats, shoots and leaves.”
Also the name of a book on grammar that apparently is not accurate, but sold a lot of copies anyway.