Narrator:

I am a Frisbeetarian. When I die my soul will go up on the roof and no one will be able to get it down.

Jesse in Natter:

OK, so I finally took that personality disorder test, and everything was low except Histrionic, which was high, and Narcissistic, which was moderate. WTF?!?!? What are they, fucking INSANE?!?! They must have made the test just so I'd get those results!!

And billytea, who gets into COMM for helping me "get it":

Was there a category for 'compulsive need to display irony'?

Cindy : Whispers to Aragorn, "Darling, I think we're alone. Finally. Let me see you release your sword."

Aimée: Bursts in on Cindy and Aragorn, having eavesdropped....

You think you're alone now?
There doesn't seem to be any elf around!
You think you're alone now?
The stomping of the Nazgul is the only sound!

Bursts back out...

Cindy: "Aragorn, my darling, did you hear a mouse? I couldn't see anything on accounta the big, honkin' sword in front of me."

Aimée: It wasn't a mouse! It was Tommy James & The Shondells.

Min, contemplating the vagaries of the postal service in Good Riddance:

Australia Post felt it necessary to open and inspect it, which I think is fairly fitting for Buffista parcels. Then they played football with it, taught it how to swim, and threw it down a chimney, if the rather bedraggled exterior is to be believed.

Nou:

Now I know how he got known as Typo Boy. He's been winning arguments with one hand tied behind his back!

"Why are you smiling?"

"i m nott left-handd eithr."

And Noumenon takes the first COMM for 2003!

Deleted double post.

Cashmere: I'll keep my dog food stealing, toilet paper shredding, toe biting, dog annoying satan spawn kitty over yours.

Cindy: Except for the dog in dog food and dog annoying (and only because we don't have a dog, and that's because it wouldn't be fair to a dog) - if you substitute ds for the tty at the end of kitty, you're talking about my kids.

Oooh - suddenly, the letters d o g have no meaning. Is this some form of early senility. I *know* it's dog but suddenly it looks no more meaningful than qwerty.

must get more hot, brown elixir of the gods (or dogs)

Aimee in Natter

2 years ago, we had a party. I was soo trashed. First, I took Ollie out (who was only 8 weeks old at the time) and I could hear our friend talking. So I told the puppy to stay and went back upstairs to tell him to be quiet. Someone asked me where the dog was which sent me into 45 minutes of crying and sobbing that I was a bad mommy for leaving my baby puppy outside while MM went and got him. Then, I put on the Tiffany's bead necklace that my boss's had given me, the ball gown that female boss lent me, and my princess hat from Disneyland and pranced around the apartment declaring that I was Audrey Hepburn. I then proceeded to show everyone how great the scotchguard on our carpet was by pouring my drink on it and wiping it up about a dozen times.

Nattery goodness:

Consuela: 2003: the Year of Yet More Copyright Infringement.

Aimée: We should get a new thread similar to the 2002 one and name it that.