ita: Why are people stupid?

Gudanov: Fluoridated water.

Context blending in Natter:

Burrell

Things I've recently learned to do one handed:

web browse
type
make coffee
sort, wash, & dry laundry
wash my hands
eat

Thomash

In a lot of the spam I've been getting, the subject line has been making no sense, for ex: EPT w= de1iver yrr medz mgk

What the hell does that mean?

Aimée

That Burrell has been emailing you.

eta (before she can edit herself):

Burrell

No way! I can spell one handed plus I keep yhe meds for myself.

Allyson in Natter on a recent spate of spam:

If I get ONE MORE Paris Hilton spam I'm going to track that bitch down and slam her head into the pavement until she looks like hamburger for ever having the audacity to film her lack of sexual ability.

And then I'm going to mail the rotting pieces of her flesh to every FUCKWAD who has spammed me.

and

I told Kristen ima have to add "Paris Hilton" to my spam filter, so if she ever send me an e to meet her at the Hilton in Paris, I'm not going to get it.

Susan W.:

I have a plot bunny for this. It was Jossed the instant they brought Spike back differently than I'd envisioned, but so what? AU's are always fun. I wish they made genius grants for people to quit their day jobs and write everything they want to, including grand sweeping fanfic sagas.

edited to white out NAFDAness

RoboDick!

You should see it fight crime.

-- courtesy of NoiseDesign.

Beverly:

ND, what everyone said about uncle menschness. You do so rock.

NoiseDesign:

I sleep in a rhinestone cockring.

Phill:

Oh, I love that Glen Campbell song.

Erin:

Wow. Has your dick turned black and fallen off yet?

NoiseDesign:

The first few times yes, until I learned how to do it right.

Erin:

RoboDick!

NoiseDesign:

Coming this fall on Fox.

You should see it fight crime.

Phill:

I'd buy THAT for a dollar!

Emily:

I sleep in a rhinestone cockring.

Ah. A cheap pervert.

NoiseDesign:

Yeah, the diamonds only come out for that special someone.

Aimée:

Oh, he has a diamond one. He just took the rhinestone one so his sister wouldn't steal it and use it as her tiara.

Emily:

I'm trying to figure out if you have an impressive opinion of ND, or an uncomplimentary one of his sister.

NoiseDesign:

Cause my cock is so big you could wear my cockring as a hat.

possibly one of the most disturbing x-posts I've been involved in.

edited by NoiseDesign on Nov 21, 2003 12:13:30 pm PST

Trudy Booth:

Or if Miracle Man has ruined her for all other men.

meara:

You people are sick.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Tell you what, screw it. The laughs just kept coming. The above really started further back, but a good place to begin is here:

Miracleman "Spike's Bitches 11: Poncy Bugger Owes Me Eleven Pounds" Nov 21, 2003 11:49:57 am PST

The cockring exchange started here:

NoiseDesign "Spike's Bitches 11: Poncy Bugger Owes Me Eleven Pounds" Nov 21, 2003 12:01:48 pm PST

Pretty much the next hundred+ posts weave in and out, producing bellylaughs.

Deb, in Bitches...

Of course, considering how #%$$#% complicated the new TiVo setup is, I couldn't watch it even if I wanted to. Apparently, I'm supposed to sacrifice a newborn goat and press "satellite", but I'm not clear on which remote to use....

Phill:

So for Hallowe'en this year I dressed as William Wallace (Braveheart). The party I went to was outdoors for the most part, in an abandoned industrial space. Now, as a purist, I went Highland Style wi' nae fookin' theng oan under me kilt, ya ken. It was, as my nanna used to say, fucking freezing. Fortuneately my friend, John from Vashon, saved my ass...and other bits. He espied me shivering and said that he had some tights in his van. I followed him to his van where he opened up his Emergency Box. It was your standard emergency car kit: jumper cables, water, batteries, 1st aid kit, fishnet stockings, space blanket, plus size sheath dress, power bar and platform heels. As I was pulling on the fishnets (that kept me remarkably warm), John explained that he might be asked to be in a drag show at a moment's notice and wanted to be prepared.