(It's worth noting that I was referring to an old JZ COMM w/ the superpowered Buffista baby line.)
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Context! Context in new places!
Bitches:
amyparker:
Connie, I've given up. I'm ordering the new sink. Pray for me.
connie neil:
trying to remember the spelling of the chant of the monks in "Holy Grail", who bap themselves in the head with things.
Dana:
Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem
connie neil:
Jesus Pie? I don't think so ...
Is that like an Eskimo Pie?
Dana:
More sacred, less chocolate.
(A good COMM always bears reuse.)
That's what made it funnier! It was a metatextual COMM! It was self-conscious and technically formally ironic!
... This is always what gets me in trouble in class.
Anyway, I'm just wanting to say that I really love
A McHottie in every pot!
I love it almost more than I love my current tagline.
If you really loved me, you'd call me a FUCKO...
Teppy in Bitches.
Natter 8:
DX: My insecurity closet is a walk-in.
Sean K.: And I can always make the "Grr, Arrgh" sound myself (I do so frequently, for no reason at all).
ChiKat: I do this sometimes when I finish a task. Like when I'm done cleaning the toilet, I flush and dramatically wave around the brush while singing the OMWF "Grr, Arrgh."
Matt the Bruins Fan:
Note to self: must call best friend on sappy singles-oppressive holiday so background sound of children shrieking and breaking things can result in warm fuzziness.
jengod:
What is wrong with me that I get buttery in my nether-regions over homicidal vampire maniacs who call their victims "kitten"?!
PMM- In Angel, edited for White.
In natter:
Sarameg:
I'd like to register my damned bra as an instrument of terror. Does that make the alert go to red? Will anxious millions go buy bandaids and jogbras? Will needles and thread disappear from the shelves?
Msbelle:
sara, I think it is time for an execution.
Sarameg:
I think we need to restrict the wearing of socks.
Msbelle:
why sara?
Sarameg:
Because I'm in a very strange nonsequitur-y mood and somehow my brain lept from bra->terror, civil liberties->socks.
It made sense then. I think I'm just feeling oppressed/beleagured by my underwear.
Msbelle:
will someone please get over to the Maryland area and help sara out of her underwear please.
Msbelle:
does dance again waving sara's underwears.
Theodosia:
How did we get in sara's underwear?
Msbelle:
Theodosia -
I think I'm just feeling oppressed/beleagured by my underwear.
sara basically asked for help.
Sheryl:
Very carefully?
Sarameg:
Getout!getout! GET OUT!!!!