OK so we've got two Halloween parties to go to tonight, and I'm only wearing one costume. The roller girls

will understand my costume without explanation, but I'm afraid it will likely leave many or all of you scratching your heads. I can hear it now: 'I understand you're a roller girl, but what's with the potato masher?' I will not answer your question. I will refer you to this blog.
The QCRG All-Stars* played against the Steel Town [Hamilton, ON] Tank Girls this past summer in a game where the officiating was bad and the sportsmanship was worse. Derby is a rough sport, but this rapidly became unsettling on an almost visceral level. Anyway, the costume is a Tank Girls' uniform.
That does not explain the potato masher. There is a Tank Girl whose name is Cheese Grater. She carries around a cheese grater. I'm not sure whether the name or the kitchen implement came first, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to ask. It's pretty random, but it's not any less random than, say, a potato masher. And I guess cheese is relatively badass as far as dairy products go, but consider this: if someone chucked a piece of cheese at you, you'd be angry but mostly confused. But if someone chucked a potato at you, you'd be IN PAIN!!!!!
- Z
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- ie, anyone who wasn't busy that weekend
I read this site a long time ago. The Natto article nearly made me throw up.
In fact, I need to choke something up now.
that was pretty amusing.
Wow, that was seriously insane.
ROFL and L and L and L and now Hicupping and H and H and L...
" For all those times I wondered what it would be like to gnaw on my grandmother's thigh, I was about to find out."
Good Grief.