With more on Rasputin's incredible pickled member, shrift:
Rasputin's wang: $8,000
Wang buck-bang per centimeter: $280
Clicking on the close-up of Rasputin's wang just as a coworker walks into the room?
Priceless.
'Time Bomb'
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With more on Rasputin's incredible pickled member, shrift:
Rasputin's wang: $8,000
Wang buck-bang per centimeter: $280
Clicking on the close-up of Rasputin's wang just as a coworker walks into the room?
Priceless.
Rasputin's incredible pickled member, shrift
That's a terrible thing to say about a friend, Dana.
t /natter
Wolfram: There he goes again:
Cheney Claims al-Qaida Linked to Saddam
tommyrot: Cheney needs to be rebooted.
In Natter:
Gus: If I was a German who wanted to woo a woman, I would learn another language.
bon bon: I think German is kinda sexy. Then again, I like lots of consonants.
In Angel 4:
Allyson: Are you sure that wasn't spam, Kristen? Maybe that's where they're getting their ideas now. Next on FOX, Wife Swap followed by Split Her in Two with Your Huge Member . Next week, Debt Consolidation, FREE!
Kristen: When I was watching the finals last night I saw a commercial for a show called, "Wife Swap." And then another for something else called, "Desperate Housewives." It was somewhat disturbing to me.
Strega: Desperate Housewives is actually a drama. Well, a suburban soap or something like that. I'm already betting it gets yanked after 3 episodes.
Jessica: Is that the one with the dead narrator? It sounded like a very go-nowhere kind of premise.
Polter-Cow: Dead narrators rule.
Narrator: *AHEM*
I may not exist, but I am NOT dead.
Polter-Cow: You're probably unreliable.
Narrator: And damn proud of it.
Steph and Polter-Cow, on Nick Park:
Steph: I was picturing some sort of weird black-and-white movie in Swedish, with English subtitles that no one can read anyway because they're white on a black-and-white movie, where people are traumatized about pants, demonstrated by looooooooong scenes with no dialogue where the people sit around smoking filterless cigarettes and brooding.
Polter-Cow: No, no. That's The Seventh Trouser.
Because really, I did cackle loudly in the office, bringing two bosses to whom I could not explain sufficiently:
billytea:
Hee. I shizzolated Amazon.com. "Add to Wish list. Don't has one? We'll set one up fo' yo' ass, know what I'm sayin'?"
JohnSweden on the dangers of trying to keep up with conversations in Natter:
huh, got distracted by work and the conversation moved to zombies and shizzle nizzle. Never mind.
Matt, in Bitches:
I just got a spam e-mail with the subject line
[silly] Phillipino hookers
My mind immediately responded with the catchphrase "Silly hooker, tricks are for kids!"