In Bitches:
Trudy Booth: Even a feather-free butt plug would be a bit of a stretch in natter!
billytea: This needs to be spoken by someone named Aunt Hortense at elevenses.
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In Bitches:
Trudy Booth: Even a feather-free butt plug would be a bit of a stretch in natter!
billytea: This needs to be spoken by someone named Aunt Hortense at elevenses.
From Natter:
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It's the Internet. We ride porn's coattails, and try to stay off the sticky bits.
in FF: WR&E, Dana brings the public service badfic again:
Robin:
the friction created by the potent drive drove the couple up a steep cliff just to propel them to an abyss of pure bliss
Why, it's almost poetry.
DebetEsse: If by "almost" you mean, that it, like poetry, is comprised of words.
askye: It could be Vogon poetry.
Deena: Oh, come on Debet, doesn't that drove/drive, cliff/abyss/bliss just sing in your ears?
DebetEsse: Oh, so that's singing that I'm hearing? And here I though it was my brain trying to escape.
erikaj: Screaming can sound like singing sometimes.
Nutty in Movies:
I think that Ice Cube, trapped in a kitchen flooded with seawater in which sharks were swimming -- would rassle the sharks into submission. Whereas, LL Cool J would do exactly what he did: say Whoa! and get outta dodge.
Now, of course, I am subbing in MC Hammer into that situation, or Young MC, or Tone Loc. It doesn't get really silly till you try it with Kid 'n' Play.
Jen: If I had telekinesis powers over penises, baby boys are at the very bottom of the list of people on whom I'd use it.
Dalek humor in Natter --
tommyrot: Huh. A google for Dalek Cylon Slash turns up nothing.
Matt: You can be the first to write it!
tommyrot: Dunno. So far, all that comes to mind is an image of a Cylon slow-dancing with a Dalek to a mellow remix of "Mr. Roboto."
AND
Gud: It's from Dr. Who. I really haven't watched much Dr. Who, but I believe the Daleks are a race of cranky sentient trash cans that go around and threaten people in upper case.
Alibelle: Hmm. They sound like internet users.
Kat in BBaBB on why perhaps we shouldn't have direct transcription of thoughts to post (T2P):
But I fear it would be a lot of "So, this is what happened today.... oh look, shiny!...how do you spell superciliious...what was I thinking....oh yeah... you know, I think I need plastic surgery... then I had what's it called... I should check my bank balance.... oh, I know I'm forgetting something.... what was I thinking again."
Robin, aka the Buffista Once Known as Scrappy:
I cry at commercials and cheap stuff too. But I don't care if other people see me do it. I mean, what are they gonna think, that I'm a human being with emotions?
Susan W., in Bitches
Annabel plays with ebola and the common cold on a regular basis.
The empress is traveling avec infant
Aimee:
[takes a Valium]
[has a beer]
Polter Cow: Those are two things you probably shouldn't take together, you know.
Topic!Cindy: Oh hush, you. A really helpful pharmaceutiwhateva would be researching the optimum time for Aimee to nurse the Princessa, being sure to take into account time required for metabolism, such that the valium and beer would keep her quiet on the plane. ijs