Hil, in natter -
My first discovery of the new year: 1-888-GRE-SCORE is the automated system to send test scores to grad schools. 1-800-GRE-SCORE is a phone sex line.
'Touched'
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Hil, in natter -
My first discovery of the new year: 1-888-GRE-SCORE is the automated system to send test scores to grad schools. 1-800-GRE-SCORE is a phone sex line.
Oh. Fuck. Bwah.
ita in "Precious":
I asked a coworker how long he'd had his LotR figurines on his desk, since I'd not seen the Sauron one before.
"He's been here all week. But he was wearing the Ring."
John, about the former quote:
I will take this quote to COMM -- though I do not know the way.
Wait, yes I do.
Ms. Havisham, in Bitches:
I don't have a romantic bone in my body. No, wait, I do but it's one of the tiny ones in my inner ear.
Steph beat me to it.
Ellen S. in Natter :
homemade marshmellows
For some reason, I find this disturbing. I think I'd want marshmellows to retain their air of mystery. I prefer to think of them created through parthenogenesis or found under a cabbage leaf by the StayPuft Man.
Nicole3516:
ETA - I'm post #2002 - does that mean I'm over?
In Bitches:
Jess: Because porn is from SATAN, you see.
Connie Neil: [looks at hard drive, looks at Bookmarks] And here I thought it came from Esmeralda and Elena and Firecat and Kirasmommy and, well, me and ... and ...
Also from Connie in the same post, but I think it works better out on its ownsome:
Get thee out of my hard drive, Satan! I need more room to save smut!
Susan W., continuing on the true origin of marshmallows:
I worked in Vermont one summer as a volunteer with a local church. A common sight was rows of hay bales in fields, covered in white plastic. One of the other volunteers had her family come up from Georgia to visit, including her 7-year-old sister. We had her believing that those were marshmallow farms, and that when harvest time came they'd be chopped into little pieces and bagged up.