honest yo dog, people are just WRONG!

funny, but wrong.

Another person who's been gone too long:

Anya G.: "Cordelia: Xanax, Ms. Dworkin?"

Eternal truth:

PMM: But damn, Muppet should NOT be worn in public after Labor Day.

Honest yo DOG. Parfebyu. t /TT joke

Mang. I am the worst student ever. I actually think I'm in OK shape, but honestly? Shouldn't I be studying more? Or something? Oy.

Theirs was a forbidden love...

shrift: Our Coca-Cola vending machine upstairs has an interesting picture on it around eye-level for me. Two blue-collar, rough'n'ready guys are sitting around break table, enjoying the refreshment of a bottle of nice, cool, Coca-Cola Classic. To the left is a smiling Ron, about ready to open his 20 oz. bottle. To the right, we have Butch, wearing a long-sleeved jean shirt, already well on his way to finishing off his tasty Coke product.

The Benadryl is telling me to write a new slash saga called, "The Ballad of Butch and Ron."

PMM: Do it! Do it!

Steph L: BWAH! Shrift has descended to vending machine male model slash!

ita: My vending machine has no male models.

Grump.

Theodosia: Next she'll be suggesting threesomes-minus-one to her attractive male co-workers.

shrift: Will Ron the dark-haired, happy-go-lucky mechanic find true love with Butch, his titian-haired spitfire of a coworker? Will the break table survive their burgeoning passion? Tune in for the next installment of "The Ballad of Butch and Ron"!

Oh hey, tina f.

tina f.: Oh and tonight's the State of the Union! It's like the pre-Spring > fashion shows; we get a preview of who we will be declaring war on this > year. Very exciting.

Madrigal:

And that has me thinking that the Netherlands and Netherworld are comparable to Disneyland and Disneyworld - in both cases the latter is bigger, more well known, and much more touristy.

Ah, so there was precedent for the cat stacking obsession...

Cindy: You know, the sad thing isn't that I've become a compulsive Spike Mah Jongg player. It isn't that I am a compulsive Spike Mah Jongg player even though I suck at Spike Mah Jongg and have never played regular Mah Jongg. It isn't even that I can't spell Mah Jongg without thinking about it, long and hard. Oh, no. The truly sad thing isn't even that I've named the tiles to keep track of them. Nope. The truly sad thing is that I've amorthropized them and talk about them when they appear: "Oh no. Shirtless gives me no love. Must find match for that one now. Oh wait, you're not regular shirtless, you're Profile. Yes! There's one of you right in the middle, good boy. And Yellow. Good boy. You're an easy one to spot. Spuffy, Spuffy, don't hide on me. I just saw you. Train, you used to be easy to match. Now? Not so much. Ugly, the same is true for you."

They're going to lock me up.

And another sad thing is that I linked all those tiles, so y'all could see the RIGHTness of my naming them.

*sigh*

Both of the quotes that came up from me involved nudity.

• sigh*

I HATE being predictable.

Quick Erin, make a joke about fisticuffs.