John H in Natter (on his birthday!)
Maybe I'm all confused about Edward the Seventh -- which one was he? What was his time period? I know all about Edward the Eighth of course. he's the abdication guy, right? Married some lady called Marge Simpson.
Signed, Did wanky "Social And Economic" history in school, not cool stuff with kings and queens and heads gettingchopped off.
Am-Chau Yarkona in Natter (who needs context?)
It's right here on page 237845 of the well-known How To Tell Who Is Good And Who Is Bad When You Can't See If They Are Wearing White Hats Or Not Manual.
Who'd'a thunk it? Our Bureaucracy really is funnier than Kafka.
ita - We've never really had an indication that ANYTHING slows natter.
Kat - what would slow Natter? Perhaps the Bubonic Plague?
Elena - No, people would be comparing pustule size and home remedies.
Daniel:
Joss is the one Joss that was, Wash is the Joss that could be, Giles is the Joss yet to be.
PMM:
We are all Joss?
A few completely out of context (because I skimmed. Dude is that weird at times) lemonade-on-sarameg's-pissed-off-cats:
BHP: Daintily stepping over the writhing pile of manflesh in the sterncastle, a lady of a certain age asks "Does anybody know if there are tiaras in the booty?"
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Susan W.: Lawrence L-B and Handy Andy stand on the island as the dirigible drifts in for a landing. Andy comments he could easily fix the leak. Lawrence opines that while they're at it, the dirigible should be painted red and emblazoned with laser-printed portraits of ita and Orlando.
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Aimee: Meanwhile, in Aimee's plundering of the ship's booty, she finds a big honking tanzanite ring and decides to sell it to open up her Wedding Business, ridding herself forever of the First Evil called "Corporate America". And moves to Wales.
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sarameg: Stuff them under something! Hide them in a gawdawful ugly motheaten, over-febreezed-but-still-stinky coat!
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sarameg: The pants have lipstick marks? Oh my, the stories you could make up with that....