Knut, in Bitches:

We need our own anthropologist, to mess with. "No no no, you can't say YMMV when you're talking about HoYay, and don't ever, ever, numberslut for a palindrome on a Tuesday after the full moon. If you do you'll be dragged through Bureaucracy by a flock of capybaras, v e r y s l o w l y. Melodramatic shudder. You might as well take Joss's name in vain."

sarameg: My freezer makes me look like a neat-freak serial chicken killer

JessPMoon in Natter:

If the world was a corporation and we were the HR department, we'd have had our asses fired ages ago.

Quickly, before he can edit!

Hec (quoting Betsy): My husband just came into my office, found me sitting on my balance ball, and discovered with glee that he can dribble me.

Well, in a purely imperialist way, we managed to sweep The Philippines under our influence because of the Spanish American War.

Betsy: Filled the bathtub with giraffes yet?

Quickly, before he can edit!

Hmph. stupid clipboard...

Hec , editing to try to dig himself out but, as is so often the case, making matters worse: because Betsy's husband is not waging imperialistic war on her balance ball.

sarameg: OK, I missed something so completely that now I'm fighting tears. Picturing Betsy's husband chasing after Betsy's balance ball with napoleonic posture, waving garlic and shouting something about the colonies.

If I die in an attempt to not explain this to my officemate, it is all y'alls fault.

erikaj in Natter

No eyepatch today, but yesterday, sure. My first thought after "I could get used to the absence of pain." was "OMG, how do pirates DO this everyday? No wonder they say "argh"!"

You beat me to it. Argh.

In Bitches:

Sean K:

If I didn't want to talk during sex, I'd just go masturbate. Even then, I'd probably talk.

Nutty, in the context of a lengthy Natter discussion about jock straps and other buttless articles of clothing:

Logically, then, butted chaps are the sole province of the cowboy.