oh.my.god. (re: above post)
Rebecca Lizard
in F2F:
Still, it doesn't matter, because the four-person rate has nothing to do with me because I'm not telling them four of us instead of two are going to be in the room on Saturday. I don't feel bad about that at all, either; I figure, when I went to Chicago with my mother and one of the women in the room right next to us brought a guy back to her room late one night and they had loud sex interspersed with loud sexy banter (the walls were very thin) until early morning-- I figure, you know, she didn't pay extra because she brought a guest back to the room one night, and in the extremely unlikely event that a hotel employee notices we suddenly have four people in our room instead of two I will easily and simply explain it by having sex with meara.
Nilly in Firefly: I don't think I can go on enough (behold the irony) about...
Natter:
Gudanov : Perhaps the first wasabi brick crosspost ever.
Because it made perfect sense in context.
Plei, in Jossverse, no context:
I see your 4eVa! and raise you a !!!1!
Aimee in Natter (responding to tommyrot's very succinct point):
So the whole Lilith thing came about because Genesis lacked a good editor?
See? In 5000 years, generations are going be completely confused because Anne Rice suffered from the same thing.
edited to add attribution!
forgot to get the name of the poster being quoted
Me! Yipee!
(I seem to get a lot of "straight lines" in COMM)
Never underestimate the importance of the straight man in the joke.
Works on several levels, that.
Gus, in Natter, who truly gets it one.
There you go. The thing is called "whisky" after all, which is a foine true-Gaelic wrod, originated by the residents of the Green Land, without the interference of these Myellsian bastids.
There are ten people in the States who will decipher that last. Two are on-line. Welcome to the Buffistas.
Billytea, adding his 2 cents (AUS) to the discussion of fat babies:
My parents called me a weebl. Whenever you pushed me over I'd roll back upright, beaming the whole time.
Ok, they called me properly "You know those round-bottomed toys you can't push over?", but if I were English they'd have called me a weebl. Instead I was a wee Bill.
