tommyrot: This is what's gonna happen later tonight: Bush will be talking to Carl Rove in the White House. Bush says, "You have failed me for the last time, Carl." Carl screams and runs. He hides in a dark room. But bush uses the heat-sensing pits on his face to locate Carl in complete darkness. Bush unhinges his lower jaw and opens his mouth 180 degrees. Next he expands his mouth, throat and gullet as he swallows Carl whole. Bush then spends the rest of his administration laying around the White House, digesting.
Coffee On My Monitor
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In Natter:
Jars: Yeah, people tend to think I'm a guy too. I can't really blame them though, as I think Jars might actually be a male name somewhere or other... Scandinavian type place. Yeah, that.
Polter-Cow: FUCKING CHRIST.
Jars is a chick too?
Sean K: Jars is not a guy?
I get no prize.
Gudanov: Damn, Jars fooled me too.
Jars: Dudes! I rest my case.
Wait. It's because I say things like "Dudes", isn't it?
A perfectly innocent conversation in Bitches:
vw bug:
I'm so good. I have $1125.00 in library fines. Go me!
erikaj:
Oh, my...vw burned down a library. Pass it on.
DavidS:
Pffft. Buffistas are the worst library patrons in the universe. They have the crazy book love that totally obliterates their civic duty.
Sparky1:
People who don't return the books are not the worst library patrons. The worst library patrons do things like pee in the copy room. vw, you've never peed in the library's copy room, have you?
vw bug:
Um, no. But, I'll keep that in mind when I start giving myself a hard time about my library fines.
Aimée:
I broke into a church to have sex.
<nothing to do with library fines, just feel like telling that>
tommyrot: This is what's gonna happen later tonight: Bush will be talking to Carl Rove in the White House. Bush says, "You have failed me for the last time, Carl." Carl screams and runs. He hides in a dark room. But bush uses the heat-sensing pits on his face to locate Carl in complete darkness. Bush unhinges his lower jaw and opens his mouth 180 degrees. Next he expands his mouth, throat and gullet as he swallows Carl whole. Bush then spends the rest of his administration laying around the White House, digesting.
If tommyrot had written "Cheney" instead of "Bush," I'd be in bureaucracy, proposing we change his user name to prophecy_boy.
Commentary on election night. Bittersweet, but so funny:
What was more disturbing was that list of states that have banned gay marriage.
Matt the Bruins Fan:
I say we pull out, and make them cut their own hair, grow their own flowers, and cater their own damn weddings that would then be decorated in appalling colors by the straight wedding planners.
billytea:
Yeah. Last therapy visit, I added up my stress sources over the last year. It equalled the stress from 3.8 deaths of spouses.
Not only am I having a rough year, the only people who understand my pain are in certain breakaway sects in Utah.
billytea: Yeah. Last therapy visit, I added up my stress sources over the last year. It equalled the stress from 3.8 deaths of spouses.
Not only am I having a rough year, the only people who understand my pain are in certain breakaway sects in Utah.
Ginger: And even those sects have trouble coming up with .8 of a spouse.
billytea: Nah. "I'd like you to meet the little woman."
Allyson:
I promise, when Bush wins, the world will keep turning. I work for NASA, and I know this to be true. We have lots of data to back us up.
aurelia:
We're gonna need a bigger handbasket.
y'all are eloquent in your pain:
Holli: My porn-and-frosting cure is not working, dammit.
This country really shouldn't have problems too big for rainbow chip frosting to fix.
Anne W.: I think I'm going to allow myself to feel bewildered and hopeless until, say, Thanksgiving. After that, righteous anger and a driving sense of purpose.
Nilly: Life is stronger than anything. Nilly "Natter 29: Got Title?" Nov 3, 2004 2:10:10 am PST