wherein Liz vents a little
Aug. 9th, 2007 06:37 pmOne of these days, I am going to go on a mad homicidal rampage through the center of Ithaca. I was thinking a butcher's knife would be the way to go, but MS assures me a frozen chicken is better. (Or maybe a rubber chicken. My memory is not what it once was.)
She's probably right. If you run around screaming while carrying conventional deadly weapons, you get in trouble a lot faster than if you run around screaming carrying something like, say, a turkey baster.
You do not want to know the various ways I have thought up to kill people with a turkey baster.
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I am so glad I have a vacation next week.
However, before then I still have to pack, arrange with my landlords to collect my mail and water my plants, buy Susan a birthday present (I'm thinking pancake griddle), deal with the taxi company, and stop by my bank to see if they offer credit cards and finally get around to opening a savings account while I'm at it. And I STILL have not got a proper idea for my
femgenficathon story.
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Yeah. Turkey basters.
Or maybe thumbtacks.
She's probably right. If you run around screaming while carrying conventional deadly weapons, you get in trouble a lot faster than if you run around screaming carrying something like, say, a turkey baster.
You do not want to know the various ways I have thought up to kill people with a turkey baster.
...
I am so glad I have a vacation next week.
However, before then I still have to pack, arrange with my landlords to collect my mail and water my plants, buy Susan a birthday present (I'm thinking pancake griddle), deal with the taxi company, and stop by my bank to see if they offer credit cards and finally get around to opening a savings account while I'm at it. And I STILL have not got a proper idea for my
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Yeah. Turkey basters.
Or maybe thumbtacks.