From the same post as above:
Shrift:
In my hometown, the bowling alley is the happenin' scene. Social hotspot. It's a dark, smoke-filled skank of a bowling alley where old men are curled protectively around their beer and the women's hairstyles are proof that the '80s are still hanging on by their Lee Press-on Nails.
From Bureaucracy:
Wolfram:
Cool, my first earworm. Take that, Khan.
In Natter:
Sean K.’s theory of Skipple:
Skipple would then be the theory that if you leave any non-zero number of Buffistas alone in Natter, they will generate more posts than you could possibly threadsuck in a lifetime.
And Nutty’s Natter breakdown:
Dude. I have read [east coast] overnights. 150 posts of Kat and Aimee talking about what to have for dinner, followed by a discussion of where they have mislaid Alibelle, and ita waxing joyous about having been beaten up. Interspersed with talk about insomnia, halacha, Australia and/or cute Buffista babies in Germany. And then? Theodosia crows the morning!
In UnAmerican, setting 'em up, knocking 'em down.
Billytea
I've often thought that there should be a single word in Russian (and, for that matter, Ukrainian) that means "Oh crap, here they come again".
Shawn
"Poland."
Edited for location
In Natter 8:
msbelle: NORA!!! always a valentine. but you do have that whole bf thing, so I may doubt your affection.
Nora Deirdre:Oh, crap. I've said too much. Damn my lies! No wait. Damn my truths!
Jeez, now I'm Person Unknown.