In F2F
Just another example of how two unrelated posts can be really really funny when fortuitously posted one after the other (Matt thought he was referring to the view from the F2F patio at the hotel).
NoiseDesign
When it comes to stockings and thigh high type things it ALL ends up as fun and racy in my brain.
deborah grabien
Kristin, he passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain, is all. He'll be fine. ND? You OK down there, bro?
Matt the Bruins fan
Seconded. Think of the view!
Nilly:
Secret Message to ND's brain:
Why won't you be a nice not-so-little brain, cooperate with that man who has the head in which you live, and let him get some rest? You can come play again after he falls asleep, you know, if you really like, and when that man wakes up, he's going to think it's nothing but dreams.
Emily in Boxed Set, because it's true:
Man, I should just stay home and watch Sci Fi all day. Pretty soon I'll know every actor in every genre show ever!
Over in the Minearverse (nonspoilery):
Emily: Are we the most fatalistic demographic ever, or what?
(After the Left Behind fandom, I guess.)
In "Firefly", as a response to this:
Trudy: Can I just marry him now and reveal my multitude of assets to him as the years roll by?
In Minearverse (I did just nearly spit on my laptop screen at it, so it counts):
Michelvis:
...Buffistas everywhere (but especially in larger markets) could call up random people in their areas and tell them about WF in that polite, unobtrusive, but heartfelt Buffista way.
Allyson:
I think most Buffistas are too shy to call for a pizza.
In Minearverse:
Typo Boy
offers up a suggestion for pimping
Wonderfalls:
we could stop screening calls, and when the caller is a telemarketer offer a trade: I'll listen to your pitch if you listen to mine.
DXMachina:
Hi, may I speak to Mrs. Mecheena?
First of all, there isn't any @@##&**%#&& Mrs. Machina, you addle-brained, %#$%@@$$%# nincompoop, but thank you so much for reminding me of my loveless #&$@@$%# existence. Second, don't you realize that people are trying to have #$%&#& dinner at this hour, you moronic *#$*&2*&#*&*&&*$*&%#er?
Oh, but as long as I have you on the phone, let me ask you. How do you usually spend your Friday evenings?