FayJay: Also, LittleSisterJay sent miscellaneous nice bits & pieces from China, my favourite of which was arguably the bottle of moisturiser called Sod Milk. Sent, presumably, because she knew one of us would find it amusing. My mother and I laughed like drains. "How do you milk a sod?" she asked, to which I was obliged to reply that I had an anecdote about that from last New Year's Eve, but wasn't drunk enough to share it.
Am-Chau: Snerk! It may be that we should ship Sod Milk from the Buffista store, such are the porny possiblities of this thing.
What does it say on the label? "Can be rubbed into sensitive skin. No animals were harmed in the making of this product, though some evolved apes may have had fun*. Not for use by under 18s."
FayJay: No, the label says:
chinese character chinese character chinese character SOD chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character SOD chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character chinese character SOD.
Not that shrift makes us funnier.
Shrift makes everything funnier. She brings light and happiness to the entire world. Look how cheerful her coworkers are.
My favorite in five is very very simple and very very funny:
Jess PMoon:
Lamé? Passé.
Steph L.:
Snerké.
Emily: It's just... you can get used to any name. If you met someone who called himself Fairy Queen Yamamoto of the Mists, you'd be stifling a laugh at first. But after a couple of weeks of "Yo, Fairy Queen! Stop leaving the damn toilet seat up!" you'd barely even notice.
Shrift makes everything funnier.
Not least of all Coke machines.
My favorite in five is very very simple and very very funny:
Fun with diacriticals! It is our way.
I'm not saying that I think I'm particularly funny -- I *really* don't remember saying this (which is ironic and amusing):
Steph L: To an Irishman (and I say this being Irish), binge drinking doesn't mean you wake up with no recollection of how you got home; you wake up in *Spain* with no recollection of how you got there.
Juliana: Man, some discussion boards make me want to cry, what with the lack of being able to spell. Seriously, "seksiness"?
billytea: Sounds like a brand name for Ikea's line of marital aids.
BT sure shows up a lot.....
