Theodosia:

FWIW, I've heard that the common Roman house dog wasn't a mastiff, it was a dog more similar to those tiny Italian greyhounds (scientific breeding hadn't been invented for dogs yet, so your dog was pretty much whatever the type of dog was for your area). So the "cave canem" was more like "Don't step on the dog!!!"

Nutley:

Okay, I was having mad fantasies of Connor betraying both of his dads, and locking them into a closet together with nerf bats. But perhaps I am strange and bloodthirsty.

ita:

That is *not* coffee. That's ... that's ... that's not even on the fetish charts.

msbelle:

I recognize that there is good coffee and superior coffee, I just don't think I can taste the difference unless you give me extremes like folger's instant vs. hand crushed virgin organic coffee grown in the magical forest of coffeedom and brewed with the tears of the gods.

Steph L.:

I miss my indiscreet president.

deborah grabien:

A recent conversarsation at Chez grabien, after Big Dog's appareance on Letterman:

me: Honey, I love you, I'm a good and faithful wife, but I have to say this. If blowing Bill Clinton in Macy's window would get him back in the White House, I'd blow him in macy's window.

Nic: Get in line.

Heather Alayne:

I saw a monkey beat up a jackel once. Seriously, monkey thwapped it a good one with a stick when it got to close as if to say, "Opposable thumbs, ASSHOLE!"

JZ: Oddly enough, I licked somebody's face just a couple of days ago, and it did in fact get the point across. However, it's true that there are some men out there for whom it might be too subtle and ambiguous. I personally have known men who you could lie down in front of, stark naked, legs spread, with a big neon sign pointing at your cooter flashing ENTER HERE. YOU. YES, YOU [your name here]. I CRAVE YOU SO MIGHTILY THAT THE VERY HEAVENS ABOVE AND THE NETHERWORLDS BELOW RING WITH THE ECHOS OF MY DESIRE, DESIRE THAT CAN ONLY BE QUENCHED BY YOU, [your name here] and still they'd stand there shuffling their feet and saying, "Yeah, I think she's kind of cute and all, and I really like talking to her, but I just fear rejection, you know?"

Beat me to it.

erinaceous:

However, I am STRONGLY opposed to the miscegenation of fruit juices. Let's keep our pineapples and oranges and strawberries and raspberries and for god's sake that slut cranberry AWAY from each other, folks!

Dana: If we do New Orleans, we can all dress up like whores!

PMM: But we can do that *anywhere!*

Dana: But it'll *mean* something in New Orleans!

Matt: It'll mean hotel price will be much less of a consideration, that's for sure.

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amych: So, among the finalists we have:

Los Angeles: Pee thrown out windows.
New Orleans: Pee micturated directly off balconies.
Montréal: No disturbing pee stories.

I think it's worth taking into consideration.