A summary of what we're doing in Bitches today:
Phill: Hey, there, y'all? What's shakin'?
Aimee: I'm having ass issues. Bleah. Feel very fat today.
Steph: Ruminations on reasons to live, and what happens after we die.
Silly shit.
Aimee: Don't forget my ass issues.
Steph: Ooops. Ruminations on life, death, and Aimee's ass.
Aimee: There we go.
Steph: I think Aimee's ass is a good reason to live. And after we die, we all get an ass that looks like Aimee's.
Jess PMoon: Instead of our own asses, or like, just to have around the house?
Aimee:
we all get an ass that looks like Aimee's.
I didn't realize that many poeple wanted MM.
Steph
Instead of our own asses, or like, just to have around the house?
Well, sometimes you need a spare.
Jess PMoon
Well, sometimes you need a spare.
adds to list of emergency supplies: tarp, bottled water, duct tape, Aimee's ass.
DavidS
Ruminations on life, death, and Aimee's ass.
The big three. Uh, not that Aimee's ass is big. It's a dandy bum.
That might have to be a thread title some day.
In natter:
Phill: This discussion is all very alarming. I am, on this board, being forced to confront the fact that there is a problem that duct tape cannot solve. It's...maddening.
[Secret message for Phill: I added the first "o" in confront. I hope you don't mind. If you do, I can edit it back out.]
More in Natter:
Miracleman:
North Korea has nukes that can reach the West Coast.
Why do I get the feeling Bush is saying "Fuck California anyway. They voted Democratic. On to Iraq!"
Sean K:
Because he is.
Natter 8:
Phil: Ooooo, post apocalyptic pick-up lines. OK...GO!
Aimee: Barren enough for ya?
MM: "Hey, baby...you from around where this used to be?"
"Is it radioactive in here, or is it you?"
"Your eyes are like limpid pools of potable water."
BHP: So... your hair's a lot less patchy than most of the guys around here.
Baby... wanna share my iodine?
Sean K: Hey baby. Do you slough skin around here often?
Phil: Is your father a thief? I just wondered who stole the moon and stars and put them in your eyes. Also, I saw him hoarding grain. If you sleep with me, I won't have him banished to the Death Zone...Baby.
Sean K: There's room in the hovel for one more...
BHP: What's your Sign of the Apocalypse? Me, I've always dug the Horsemen.
MM: "Why yes it is a loaded double-barreled shotgun in my pocket...but I am happy to see you..."
Aimee: {for a guy} "Hey baby - ever seen a naked man with 2 penises?"
BHP: Is it hot in here, or is it just fallout?
Sean K: I love the way the raging fires from the husk of the destroyed city brings out the light in your eyes.
Amych: Here's looking at you, kid. But not in a staring-at-the-hairless-freak way, honest.
BHP: Really creative use of Space Blanket there. Wanna come loot a few more with me?
MM: "Didn't I see you looting that pharmacy? I'm sure I did...you beat that old lady to death with her own umbrella. And I thought, then and there, 'That's the one. That's the one I'm gonna re-populate the world with'..."
Phil: Say, Baby, nice noses.
DavidS: "I'm sorry, I think you dropped your thumb."
Aimee: "Thanks honey, but I got 3 more."
BHP: "Did I mention I'm a dentist?"
Phil: "Did I mention that I own shoes?"
Victor: You positively glow in the moonlight. I mean that literally. Is that supposed to happen?
Sean K: What's a nice girl like you doing pillaging an apocalyptic wasteland like this?
Aimee:
(What colour are your eyes?)
They're limpid pools of emerald, with a doe-brown lightning slash in the left one.
BHP: "If I said you had a beautiful mutation, would you hold it against me?"
Kathy Astrom: "Well, ain't we a pair, raggedy man."
Sean K: TWO MEN ENTER, ONE MAN LEAVES!!!
MM: This Blaster! Twenty men enter, only him leave!
Sarameg: " I've got some iodine tabs back at my tarp...."
Oh. My. God. I haven't gotten to the post-apocalyptic part of Natter yet, and you guys have me HOWLING with laughter!
Matt on the latest
Angel:
Well, I think, all in all, that was not a totally failed effort at entertainment.
Aimée: So, when I said I like a little body throughout the top,
I DID NOT MEAN LIKE A G-D 1974 COUNTRY SINGER!!!
Sorry. I'm ok.
