ita in Natter:
DON'T MAKE ME GOOGLE!!!
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ita in Natter:
DON'T MAKE ME GOOGLE!!!
Oh, come on -- the next part of that post was the clincher:
::goes to google::
In Movies:
evil jimi (living up to his name):
I had to watch this, so I don't see why the rest of you don't: [link]
Lilty Cash:
I feel like the phone is going to ring and Crispin Glover is going to whisper "Seven days....".
The Great Snowstorm of '05 gets to tommyrot:
It's hungry outside, and I'm all snowy.
Alibelle: Catsup is gross. Heinz ketchup, on the other hand, is great, and adds so much to so many things. Like hamburgers, and homemade fries, and corn dogs. Those things would be all wrong without Heinz ketchup.
Where would you guys be without me pointing out the truth about all these things?
Cindy sets us all straight in Natter:
Topic!Cindy: You know, I would love to blame Jesse for all this snow. After all, she not only taunted happy fun Nor'easter, she's a New Englander turned New Yorker, which is just about as unnatural as green catsup. I can't even entertain the idea of blaming Nilly for this snow. As brilliant and amazing as she is, there are just some things you can't blame on a teeny tiny Israeli woman who has never seen snow, and a classic Nor'easter is one of them.
This is clearly the work of Canadians, folks. And the sooner you come to terms with that, the sooner we can invade and confiscate their weather machine.
Tom Scola: I had to walk a whole two blocks to the subway station this morning. Sure, all the sidewalks were shoveled, but still.
And then, when I got to work, the passageway that goes directly from the subway station up into my building was wet. I could have slipped or something!
BHP in Natter:
I loved the name Piggly-Wiggly. Hearing genteel elderly ladies say "Oh, I must stop off at the Piggly-Wiggly for butter." It could only have been better if it had been "The Eight-Ball".
in Bitches:
ita: You know, I sleep with one Australian, and I'm all pretending I know anything.
billytea: 'Sok, that's all I've racked up too.
Probably not the same one, admittedly.
Anne W., in Lost:
Every now and then, I think about what things would be like if a cadre of Buffistas had wound up on the island. Either we'd have built a four star resort with all the amenties or we'd still be arguing over what to name the island.