Raquel:
One of my cow-orkers just said something to me that started with "Scalia made some very good points...." I didn't make out the rest, as I was screaming and pummelling him over the head with a bookend.
Oh yes, I am Miss Liberal Tolerance.
Willow ,'Showtime'
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Raquel:
One of my cow-orkers just said something to me that started with "Scalia made some very good points...." I didn't make out the rest, as I was screaming and pummelling him over the head with a bookend.
Oh yes, I am Miss Liberal Tolerance.
Jess PMoon:
Lamé? Passé.
Steph L.:
Snerké.
(We'll see. Accents? Edit: looks like they made it through copy-paste.)
elena:
You know, all of the homosexuals can come to Canada to get married and then go to Texas to have sex.
Fun with typos, courtesy of Trudy:
Sean, he's filled with the Spirt.
Hec, in Bitches.
Pfah - hipsters don't want to save the world. They want good hair product. Not that these are mutually exclusive.
lori: Teaching her? She came with evil already installed.
Plei: But damn, Muppet should NOT be worn in public after Labor Day.
Victor, in the Jossverse:
AH HA! PROOF! PROOF THAT OUR MAD THEORY WASN' T ALL THAT MAD!!! THEY'RE HIDING THE TRUTH I TELL YOU! THEY'RE HIDING THE TRUUU... BONK!
Hi. This is Victor's ferrets. We apologize once again for the behavior of the hairless monkey. The heat is getting to him, poor thing, and he doesn't have a water bottle of his own hanging by the cage...huh? What's that?...oh. He calls the cage "the desk."
Anyway, we're hiding him under the bed for a bit, as part of the "monkey resocialization process," where we will tickle his feet and deny him raisins until he tells us where the weapons of mass destruction are.
Carry on.
TomW, in Natter:
Dear Massachusetts,
After careful examination out of the window, it has come to my attention that your weather sucks.
Please cease sucking, forthwith.
Yours, Etc. and so-forth,
Tom
JZ, in Natter:
(and, be it noted, that my fists are not wee and cute like, say, Teppy's or msbelle's gittery fists or ita's fluffy bunny fists; no, I have the big hammy - and, incidentally, very threatening when waved at slippery eel continental references - fists of a woman of 5'10").
(I myself am only 5'5", which is mostly irksome but sometimes troubling as I can imagine somewhere in the world a woman of 5'10" with little itsy bitsy fists that scare nobody, looking at her tiny faerie-like hands and weeping, "Why, God, why?")