Oh, Eris above. I think I broke something laughing at that, Hil.
Coffee On My Monitor
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Scrappy and Steph's Surgical Scar Smackdown:
Scrappy:Teppy, I have a 9-inch scar on my abdomen from an emergency splenectomy when was 12. Not to brag, but just wanted to make VERY clear that mine is bigger than yours. (sticks out tongue tauntingly) We can compare them at the F2F!
Steph: Mine *could* be 10 inches; we didn't pull out a ruler. I'll have my friend take a picture.
Scrappy: Scar smackdown, baby!
Steph: Oh, bring it! I ain't afraid of your spleen scar, you spleenless wonder!
Scrappy: At least my scar is on the front where it is visible to everyone. Not hidden around in back like I was ASHAMED of it or something.
Steph: No, mine is on my back so you can see it when you KISS MY ASS...
Ita, context free in bureaucracy!
Our toys! Ours! Ours! Ours!
Whoa. Head rush.
Natter 11:
Connie Neil: Five foot two, eyes of blue ...
Lord, I got sick of hearing that song.
erikj: I want a song like that. And probably a crossbow, too, actually.
Nutty: Imagine if you were named Susan. (Or my real name, which is not Susan, but same diff.) Lazy Susan! Lazy Susan!
I knew there was a reason I had a nickname (the most annoyingly common one in my school) till I was 18.
Deborah Grabien:
Lazy Susan! Lazy Susan!
My little issue was that once I got to America? Everyone wanted to call me "Debbie."
Do I LOOK like a "Debbie"? Debbie is cute. She is perky. She has dimples and turns the world on with her smile, or some junk.
Debbie does not now, nor has she ever, looked a bust of Beethoven in a bad mood, come to life. Debbie doesn't scare other peoples' children with her roman nose.
Debbie. Nothing against it, for those it suits. But were they nuts?
Gus in Natter:
One of the drama students and I made a trip to the lav at the same time and were talking about the Scottish Play along the way.
Some combination of this and ethanol led to two fellows standing side by side at urinals, bellowing ...
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
... which drew some odd looks.
Perkins in Bitches:
My across the way neighbor just grinned and waved at me through the window, which kind of freaked me out, until I realized that I was wearing my tiara, drinking wine out of a martini glass, and playing fetch with the cat.
Now I'm just worried he thinks I'm insane.
And I gladly contributed to the madness.
t natter
Perkins, are there pictures yet?
t /natter
Plei, w/o context in F2F:
I am Frankenpeep.
PMM: Just be glad you didn't come aboard during one of the Great Grammar Wars!
Billytea: There was an epic battle. More than one person had to be helped off the field after being kneed right in the gerunds.
TRUDY!!!
Hmph. I'm the question mark, missy.