Jon B. in Bureaucracy.

That anonymous system you described boggles me. I am boggled. Shake me up and look for words.

Le Steph:

My favorite French idiom is "mon petit ami" for "boyfriend." Because it's literally "my little friend." So that's the phrase -- the English one -- we used for the rest of college.

amych:

Yep. And that's always sounded to me like it really ought to be a euphemism for "clitoris", not "boyfriend".

Jess:

Maybe it's supposed to remind him.

Steph L: [Apologies to Monty Python, et al. All typos and mistakes are my own. Sod off.]

John H: I have, on occasion, heard the term "Spanish" used to mean, uh, let's say boobular stimulation of the male organ..?

I honestly don't think the Spanish do this any more or less than any other nation, or invented it, I just think they were the next country on the list.

The next time I'm walking through the red-light district, I think I'll quiz someone with industry knowledge. Or just say "how much for Armenian?" and see what happens.

Warning: Context-free zone. Proceed with care.

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P.M.M:

Chaos Ho for Status Quo.

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Aimée:

A little bit of Bitches in my life,
a little bit of erika by my side,
a little bit of Plei is what I need,
a little bit of Jilli's what I see
A little bit of Valerie in the sun
a little bit of Trudy all night long,
a little bit of Jessica here I am,
a little bit of Spike makes him our man!

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Hec:

Emmett told me the most elaborate, funny, bizarro horror story tonight. "And then the ash monster had lightning that came out of his eyes and lava balls shooting through his fingertips, and he roared like a wolf in pain at the spirit ghost of Dr. Frankenstein...."

Emmett: "And *then* they picked up the Golden Spear...
Me: "Where did they get that?"
Emmett: "The golden spear room."

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And again, Hec:

Incidentally, Emmett is playing in the tub with the devil ducks he received from Jilli and Juliana respectively. They are now married and have been crowned King and Queen Devil Duck.

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billytea:

Now I'm imagining this little tadpole saying "The goggles - they do nothing!"

Emmett told me the most elaborate, funny, bizarro horror story tonight. "And then the ash monster had lightning that came out of his eyes and lava balls shooting through his fingertips, and he roared like a wolf in pain at the spirit ghost of Dr. Frankenstein...."

Emmett: "And *then* they picked up the Golden Spear...

Me: "Where did they get that?"

Emmett: "The golden spear room."

Oh. My. Ben=Emmett and Emmett=Ben.

John H last night, trying to close out the Natter thread:

Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird

by John "Wallace" H

1) Don't look at him. Play hard to get.

2) Sneak up behind the fucker, and go "Boo!" Look at him get scared and wet his blackbird pants.

3) Get a telescope and look at him from a long way away.

4) Like 2, but with a rifle sight with crosshairs so you can feel a sense of godlike power over life and death

5) Get someone else to look at it for you and write a report, then form a committee to review the report, then get another committee to review the work of the first committee, then get a third committee to discredit the whole thing and start again.

6) Hack into a military satellite and get it to take a picture of it

7) Three words, baby: Blackbird porn website.

8) Put on sunglasses so he can't tell if you're looking or not

9) Pretend two toilet-roll tubes are binoculars

10) Get a third toilet-roll tube and pretend you're the commander of a German sub -- up periscope!

11) Squash him flat with a rock and look at him through a microscope

12) Write fic about him, get another Buffista to do a beta on it.

13) Get your mum to look at him -- she'll tell you that it's fine for you to have blackbird friends, but perhaps you shouldn't lend them your toys because they might come from a family which was ... different ... and might not have such nice things as you, and leave you with an overpowering but unexplained sense of guilt and shame. Thanks a lot, mum.

In Firefly:

Jim E-T: Anyone need a tape fairy?

billytea: The morning does stragne things to you. I read this and imagined Tinkerbell firmly attached to Jim's upper colon. "Yeah, I just don't seem to have the energy I once did, and no matter how much I eat I lose weight; but on the plus side, I do get three wishes..."

Actually, this could explain a lot. Er, not about Jim. I reckon tape fairies could be a common infestation among TV writers; which is why the audience spends so much time shouting "Come on, they pulled that one out of their own arse!"

Heather in Bitches:

Because we're Buffistas and like our thoughts, and we like it when people pet them.

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