...; there is coffee everywhere.) Waiter: Yes, ma'am. Woman: Well, why didn't you stop pouring? Waiter: Oh, I wasn't sure you meant it. Woman: Look, of course I meant it! I have coffee all over my lap! You nearly burned me! Waiter: Forgive me, ma'am, but you certainly looked thirsty. I thought you wanted more. Woman: But - Waiter: And you must admit, you did let me start to pour.
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...’s if the savage don’t try to chop it off, sir.” Anger burned in Teyla’s heart, but there was a time and place for such... table, aware of McKay’s penetrating gaze behind her. John’s body burned out of control, his entire completion a ghastly white except for the bright...…” Teyla gripped his fingers; even with that little contact, his fever burned her skin. “Shh, all I am going to do is bandage it up...
... On this day in 1973, school officials in Drake, North Dakota, burned copies of Kurt Vonnegut's novel Slaughterhouse-Five. Kurt Vonnegut (books...were only a third of their way through the book), but also burned. Many of the students didn't want to give up their books...taught young people in a free society when you denounced and then burned books — books you hadn't even read. You should also resolve ...
I just finished playing out the newest CSI game from Tell Tale Games and Ubisoft, CSI: DEADLY INTENT. It's throughly enjoyable experience and you like gaming, I highly recommend just getting the PC or Wii version. For those who just love CSI but don't want to have to play the games, you should be aware that the entire cast is featured in this. Brass, Stokes, Sanders, Dr. Al, two of the women. ...
So what now? After two days of a nearly oppressing sleeping state, the locals and the carnies are acclimating themselves to life after a disaster - something possibly rather familiar, for the latter group - while Helen and the good Father have a discussion with their group about where things stand and where they're going . There will be two open posts, again: one for the circus and stragglers ...
... so annoying had become so incredibly erotic, and how green eyes could smoulder in the afterglow even more beautifully than they did in that furious anger that had once been all he ever saw in them. Eyes that once burned so hot with fury - at him and at the world - that he could be scorched by them even at the distance he was forced to keep, and now he could look into them so close like this that ...
... boots and gloves. His prince coalesced like a ghost, pale, white, wrapped in two robes and his dark winter cloak. "Shall I escort you back?" Mildain took his arm in reply. Lamps still burned in the corridors whose windows faced inward to courtyards like the one Percival practiced in before his turn at the prince's door officially began at the chime of seven. Guards decorated each corner, all men...
... you?” Why hadn’t she realized it? Her power still affected him, ripped open and charred his skin—he couldn’t have taken it from her head. Her ability could hurt her, sure, but it never burned. Ever. “You didn’t—“ He tries to cut her off, crushes his lips against hers. Their teeth crack together and Elle bites down on his bottom lip while sparking into his mouth hard—tastes blood and electricity ...
I borrowed a separate flash unit from T, for a photoshoot. I always said flash was invented by the devil (because most flash pictures have red eyes, shiny foreheads, burned-out whites, and harsh shadows.) But I really have to change my mind, this flash is soo nice and soft and just right :) I lost both my favourite lipgloss and my comb. I suspect they got lost together? Anyway, here are some...
