Anne W. in Bitches:
I'm sure you can all guess what I thought when I got spam telling me I could "slash my credit-card payments!"
VISaNMsaterCard4EVAH!!!!!1!
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Anne W. in Bitches:
I'm sure you can all guess what I thought when I got spam telling me I could "slash my credit-card payments!"
VISaNMsaterCard4EVAH!!!!!1!
NoiseDesign in Natter:
I read 'Surely You're Joking' in High School...I think I just dated myself, and not in the dinner, movie, and backseat kinda way.
Emily, in Bitches:
I'm so. fucking. tired. of Midsummer Night's Dream. Oh Pyramus! Oh Thisbe! Oh lord, what fools these shut the fuck up, you stupid smug little fairy!
Has this already been COMMed? And if not, why not?
In Natter...
Sophia: It sounds like cunnilingus is also illegal.
Aimee: And the way some people do it, it should be.
Emily
It's similar to how the homeless, the mentally ill, the developmentally disabled, and the elderly have a special insight and an inner serenity. Personally, when I need life counselling, I just wander over to the Mental Health Center and walk through the halls, absorbing the wisdom.
Nutty on the virtues of Chocolate Cadbury Cream Eggs
I still don't believe they come out of a male rabbit's butt, but the results do get my approval.
sarameg in reaction to 'pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis':
OK, no idea but I read it as a wheezy exploding micro-zit condition.
I struggled hard for a B in high school bio, yes I did.
FayJay, on personality quirks and teaching young children
It's like I found the right cookie dough cutter shape for my freaky-shaped cookie self, and I can point at the cookie cutter when people are looking at me askance and they're all " Oh, she's a Primary teacher. Okay."
Deena:
I now have giggling whiplash. It's a medical term.
My current passioante affair with M*A*S*H fandom may be clouding my view of the funniness of this. Still, COMM, wherein the C stands for peppermint tea.
Liese: I just drove 2 and a half hours to get to a decent bookstore and I Didn't. Buy. Anything.
Most of the problem was trying to work out how I would approach the information desk about Douglas Adams' posthumous book.
"Excuse me, but I can't find the Salmon of Doubt."
"Pardon me, but do you have the Salmon of Doubt?"
"Where do you keep your Salmon of Doubt?"
Michele T: Paul Rudnick once said that his dearest hope was to hear someone ask at an information desk for his first novel. "Excuse me, do you have Paul Rudnick's Social Disease? "
Shawn: Not literary, but this is part of the reason I don't have a copy of a CD I've been looking for called "Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By."