SailAweigh:
So? What happened to the cabana boys? I don't see any semi-naked boys prancing around the thread, here! Bring on the boys! Besides, I need a Mai-Tai. Make those slackers work for their tips.
Polter-Cow:
Can I have a cabana girl instead? Is there even such a thing?
Deena:
I was just changing into something more comfortable when Kara got out of bed and burst into my room. "AAGH! You're NAKED!"
"Yes, I am! I'm changing, is that okay with you?"
"NO! You're NAKED!"
"YES, I am, and if you were in bed you wouldn't see it!"
She leaves, chanting: "Naked naked nakED, naked Naked nakED"
argh.
ION, I found sheets for Nick's wall for 3.99 each! My evil plot continues apace.
SailAweigh:
Damnit, Deena. I asked for a naked cabana
boy.
But, you could go make P-C happy.
Polter-Cow:
She already did, by using the word "apace."
[First two posts slightly out of order, so that I didn't have to include 50 less funny posts, in order to keep the thought-flow. What? It's a thing. Thought-flow. Really.]
KristinT's tag:
"If you're a Democrat, you win when people think." -Bill Clinton
Polter-Cow:
Kristin totally stole quester's tag.
KristinT:
Actually, I'm recycling an old tag. I tagged that when I first saw Clinton on The Daily Show this summer and thought now was an apt time to bring it back.
Polter-Cow:
He said it way back then? He totally plagiarized himself at the DNC.
You're recycling something recycled.
KristinT:
And yet, still not voting Nadar.
Cashmere, on living in a swing state, the weekend before the 2004 election:
Note to self: Turn off the fucking teevee until Tuesday night when you're watching The Daily Show.
I can't take any more political commercials. Give me a hemorrhoid cream commercial, an ad for a medication that will treat some particularly vile sexually transmitted disease or a tampon commercial. Bring back the mobile phone marketing, the fast food panderers and the Gap ads. I want my television to cater to my untapped desires and my secret medical problems. Please, for the love of all that's holy, SET MY TELEVISION FREE!!!!
Alibelle:
Hahaha. These stories are awesome. Should I admit that one of my great great great great great great great great (is that the right number? It should be 8) grandfathers was Alexander Hamilton? Or that one of my (10 greats) grandfathers was William Bradford (of the Mayflower)? I really wish at least someone in my very interesting family had been in it for the money. Like the guy who was one of the co-founders of Coca Cola, but who got mad at his friend and partner, and decided to punish him by just giving him all the shares in the company. Or my relatives in the south who decided that cotton wasn't going to be a big seller, and they were going to get into the horse business instead. (ETA: And then they proceeded to raise rather lackluster horses.)
Instead they were all really fiscally irresponsible, and gave away any chance for a fortune that came along. I would really like a trust fund. So, alas, the family is filled with a bunch of poor genealogists, instead.
Nilly:
Also, there seems to be too many doubled letters in the word "committee", like the letters themselves are having one.
The Buffista Credo,
whether they intended it to be or not:
Trudy Booth
We don't intend to frighten nuns.
Cybervixen
Nope. It just kinda happens.
Kalshane, on the topic of smooshing fireflies:
I remember yelling at one of my friends in righteous indignation the first time he did that when we were 12 or so. Unfortunately within about 5 minutes he managed to turn me to the Dark Side (which in this case was the glowing smeary side).
