kat perez, in Natter:

What are a neutrinos and do they live in baby oil? I put baby oil on my skin every morning after my shower to keep my it soft and I'd hate to think I'm rubbing some sterile neutrinos all over me in the process. Although I suppose sterile ones would be better than fertile ones because I'd hate to wake up and find myself pregnant with a neutrino baby. Then I'd have to go out and find the neutrino baby daddy and take him on the neutrino Maury Povich show so Maury could give him a paternity test while I sat there telling the audience "Look at my baby. My baby look just like him! Just like him Maury!" And then the neutrino audience would yell and raise the roof and boo the no good neutrino who walked away from me and my neutrino baby. But neutrino Maury would cut to commercials just before revealing the paternity while I cried and neutrino daddy jumped up and flipped the chair all the while protesting that it wasn't his.

Drat! Juliana beat me to Kat!

ita: I don't think algebra makes anything better.

MiracleMan:
Hee hee. Love the new Annie.

"No, you'll never escape the poverty. You'll probably have to eat the damn dog. And you'll never, ever, be able to afford proper eyeballs with irises and pupils. Sorry. Have some gruel."

Mwa. Ha. Ha.

Erika: But I am rather puzzled by some of the questions. For example,"List some of the contacts you have with others." And "Do you ever have problems with those in authority?" I'll tell you, both my mother and I were looking for lightning bolts when we said "No." Fantasy Answer: Only stupid faceless bureaucrats that send me tons of identical forms. I hear the last one's nickname is "Stump". Have a nice day.

Emily: I'm an expert on exactly one thing: me. And I'm only that by default.

Deb in Natter:

What math type says: "integers algorhyhtms two seven decimal excel advanced calculus"

what Deb hears: "hahahaha! We are Satanic Number gnomes! All your sanity are belonging to me! Flee, puny mortal! We will munch your English lit/medieval history major and theology minor into gritty paste that all taste of pi! Fall to your knees, and worship!"

wedonneednostinkincontext

Sean K: (psst... hey MM, go back in and put a forced break between "Halfwit" and "ShitForBrains" or somewhere thereabouts.)

Heather Alayne in Bitches, reveling in power:

It's like I'm queen of my little music world. Bands and artists get up to play for me, and I get to say, "Yes Queen Heather is pleased, play for me!" or "This pleaseth me not! Begone!" or as was the case with Creed a minute ago "Off with their heads!"

When an inspiring typo infects Movies, the discussion of The Hulk veers into tasty territory:

JessPMoon: He still looks damn silly jumping all over the dessert like that.

Aimee: Hulk maaad! Hulk jump into creme broulle!!

victor: Heh. I was thinking it, too. I was thinking, "of course he looks silly! Hulk would definitely stop for delicious pie!"

Griffyn: Hulk love Hostess Fruit Pies!

Katie M: Well, it would explain the weight gain.

A little more math Natter:

deborah grabien: Speaking just for me, I'd honestly have to go with, my math teachers were Toltec High Priest wannabes with elementary school students instead of captive Mayan maidens from whom to rip the still-beating hearts.
They seemed to resent it.
Raquel: Heh. Wouldn't you?