YOU make the call!
Nov. 16th, 2009 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3I was going to present the award for Best Thing Screamed at Me by a Bat-Kazoo Caller du Jour, but I'm so very torn on the matter. So! Audience participation it is!
[Poll #1486529]
* = Evidently, she has an issue with publishization.
** = He hung up immediately after shouting this, the only words he had for me. I am officially making this my new catchphrase, to be screamed at all times when I'm not screaming "SHUT UP WOMAN, GET ON MY HORSE." ***
*** = That's a Weebls-Stuff clip. Not safe for work. Or sanity. Or the furtherance of the human race, really. In fact, don't click on it. Seriously, it's for the best. Sorry for mentioning it. ****
**** = Dear gods, do I need sleep....
EDIT: Dag nabbit, I meant 1968. Sigh.
[Poll #1486529]
* = Evidently, she has an issue with publishization.
** = He hung up immediately after shouting this, the only words he had for me. I am officially making this my new catchphrase, to be screamed at all times when I'm not screaming "SHUT UP WOMAN, GET ON MY HORSE." ***
*** = That's a Weebls-Stuff clip. Not safe for work. Or sanity. Or the furtherance of the human race, really. In fact, don't click on it. Seriously, it's for the best. Sorry for mentioning it. ****
**** = Dear gods, do I need sleep....
EDIT: Dag nabbit, I meant 1968. Sigh.
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Date: 2009-11-17 04:35 am (UTC)