Betsy, critiquing P-C's mad bachelor culinary skilz, yo, in
Bitches:
I mean, seriously, a dedicated pizza appliance that rotates the pizza under the heat source? That's one cat's-whisker short of the appliance that electrocutes your hot dogs for you.
Nutty in Natter, context be damned:
I need to shut up now or the karma gods will catch GWB in the oval office getting blown by someone named Nooty.
In Bitches:
Polter-Cow: I just re-read the Bill of Rights. Man, those were some good rights.
JohnSweden: Nostalgia for the old days when they existed?
In Bitches, ita teaches me how to go on a safari:
Here's another one, P-C.
1: I'm going on safari, and I'm bringing an angel.
2: I'm going on safari, and I'm bringing a serpent.
1: Nope.
3: I'm going on safari and I'm bringing a pearly gate.
1: Nope.
4: I'm going on safari and I'm bring an immortal
1: Yes!
4: <smug smile>
5: I'm going on safari and I'm bringing a god?
1: Nope.
6: I'm going on safari and I'm bringing a spike?
1: Yup.
And then someone says "Guys who slept with Buffy???" and 2 and 3 and 5 try and kill 1.
Liese S.:
Someone knocked on my door with a box. Now I have forty-eight guitar picks, twenty pairs of drum sticks, five trigger cables, two humidifiers, and a pewter drum key made into jewelry.
It's like the twelve days of Christmas, but without all the extraneous service workers and livestock.
In
Bitches,
I hurt myself laughing at connie's response, just because I can almost literally hear Nilly saying it.
beth b
we aren't keeping Nilly?
connie neil
Sees the headlines now: "Israeli citizen held hostage by far-flung cabal of Buffy fans. Hostage says, 'No, no, I'm fine, don't hurry on my account.'"
In Natter, re Dolly the cloned sheep:
Aimee:
Twas the teats that killed her.
Shrift:
t accidentally snarfs water into sinus cavity
Heather:
I want this to be in a ballad or epic poem or play or something.
P-Cow:
The Ballad of Dolly, Sheep of the Ages
She was a sheep, a gentle sheep
Who grazed upon the field.
The farmers said they would not keep
Her food; it had congealed.
And so she brayed a sweet lament
For all her long lost hay.
Though her fate seemed heaven-sent
She would not last the day.
Dolly cried as cloned sheeps do.
And as they often will, sir,
She tripped upon her hoody-hoo.
Yes, 'twas the teats that killed her.
tommyrot in Minearverse:
I think there should be an online support group for people suffering from Munchausen by Internet.
Yeah, I have a sick sense of humor; what of it?
In Natter, fun with xposting:
Susan W.: I think the Kerry campaign should buy TDS spot about Bush and his words triumphing over facts and run it in all the swing states.
NovaChild: Very true. But at least then you're naked.