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Bitches,
SA's vicarious glee at ita having snogged some NSync person is overwhelming. (Personally, I remain convinced that the NSync person is the one running around telling all his mates that he met ita! And got to snog her! And she was, like, totally cool, and could have killed him with her pinky finger! etc etc.) And then Billytea cracks me up.
SA: SA is here and is all dying and stuff 'cause THREE DEGREES FROM NSYNC BABY!
Billytea: I'm apparently three degrees from the Crocodile Hunter. Which is about as close as you can get without him trying to haul you up by the legs and pretend you're trying to bite his nose off.
The Empress:!!!!!
Billytea: I believe you misspelled 'Crikey!'.
Discussing the finer points of potato etiquette, in Bitches.
Sean:
I take my fries Dutch every now and then
Meara:
You make them pay for half of themselves?
In Bitches:
DXMachina:
Man, wouldn't it have been cool to have had the internet back in 1776?
Emily (I think):
Nah. There'd have ended up being twenty different versions, and just when they thought they were done and everybody'd signed it John Adams'd be all "Could we just slip this bit in here? Just cut and paste it in right under the Bill of Rights, be done in five seconds. Thanks awfully. Yrs Trly in Prst of Frdm frm Tyrnny & Injstc, J.A."
Billytea:
Millipedes, however, I'm perfectly comfortable with. I suspect my spindly-leg squick is determined by the length:body mass ratio.
This may explain my love of penguins.
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StephL:
My college roommate and I used to offer sacrificial vegetables (from the salad bar in the dining hall) to our radiator. It was an old one, and it banged and rattled and made so much noise we figured it was possessed. So the natural way to deal with it was vegetable sacrifice.
erikaj in Literary:
I read so many books because I didn't learn to talk to people till high school
...which I quote with love and the admission that I didn't learn to talk to people until college, so she was way ahead of me.
In Natter, laughing with Betsy...
Betsy: I just walked backward into a fountain.
sarameg: Is that part of some sort of ritual?
Allyson: Did you fall into the fountain like Davy Jones in a zany madcap episode of the Monkees?
Betsy: Yes, actually. I was standing in line in the company courtyard to get a hamburger, I stepped back to get out of somebody else's way, and I fell into the fountain.
It was one of those modernistic fountains that's a pile of pebbles sunk 1 foot below the stone courtyard, but still. My badge is dripping.
I feel that I have contributed my quantum to today's Comedy Quotient.
Allyson: As is the rule amongst my tribe, first we must laugh at you, then we check to make sure you are alright. If you are alright, we must laugh at you again, and if you are hurt, we shall care for you until such a time when you have recovered sufficiently to take the laughing at.