Natter, of course...
Jesse:
Whenever my mouth has been that close to someone else's ear, I've been ... usually not angry. Although there was that one time...but that wasn't his ear.
DavidS:
Anybody else just have a retracting sensation? Just me?
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Natter, of course...
Jesse:
Whenever my mouth has been that close to someone else's ear, I've been ... usually not angry. Although there was that one time...but that wasn't his ear.
DavidS:
Anybody else just have a retracting sensation? Just me?
Competition among Buffista states in Natter:
amych: In non-boxing news, NY rules for gay marriage.
Jesse: Yay New York!!
Topic!Cindy: Copycats.
ita: Allyson, make [Tim] cast Lee Pace, would you? Allyson: I have no power. However! If I could make him do something, I'd make him send me a pizza, because I'm hungry and don't feel like making supper when I get home. ita: Aha. I see where your priorities lie.
Noted.
Allyson: That I love melty cheese more than unattainable boys?
I think it's a sign a maturity. I mean, I can HAVE the melty cheese. The melty cheese will never lie, or pretend to flirt with me and ask me if my friend is single.
I can eat the melty cheese in bed, and it will be good. I can have the melty cheese standing up, or leaning over the kitchen sink, and it will be good.
The melty cheese will go straight to my thighs, and linger there forever.
No one makes up games called, "Throw rocks at melty cheese."
Lilty Cash: So, I just made my friend (who knows nothing of my Sooper Seekrit Buffista life) watch Wax Lion.
E: Hey, you whoever wrote this was just meant for you.
Me (started): What?
E: This chick's just like you.
Me: Nuh uh.
E: She talks just like you. She works retail!
Me: SO?
E: She's 24.
Me: Lots of people are 24.
E: She lives in a trailer!
Me: I moved out of the trailer!
E (later): She loves her bartender.
Me: I do NOT love my bartender!
E: You kissed him on your birthday!
Me: I was drunk!
E: SO IS SHE!
I don't think I'm letting her watch anymore. Nothing like a friend to point out what a retail-working, bartender-kissing, birthday drunk you are.
Hil: at Whole Foods today, they had Spinach Feta Latkes in the prepared foods section. I think that, once you put feta into something, you really can't still call it by a Yiddish name.
In Natter:
Beverly: How is Nilly?
Nilly: She's not here. She's working on the PC near this computer, the one that has Hebrew fonts, on her paper, the one that's due today. I'm her keyboard, and I'm having a hard time pushing each of my buttons down enough for their letters to appear on screen without anybody actually clicking them from above. Also, I feel kind of left out.
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In Literary, context be damned:
Steph L: Not to mention that it would SUCK to have the job of shaving the bear.
billytea: Note to self: update resume.
In Bitches
KristinT:I have a headache that would kill a small animal.
billytea:I am now imagining a diagram showing how this would work. It has the following explanatory labels:
a) Small animal
b) Kristin's head
c) Wall
d) Trudy shouting "AAAGHH! POSSUM!!"
From the Minearverse, as Wonderfalls packages start arriving in the mail:
Betsy HP:
Oops.
I ripped open the package to reveal The Spartans: The World of The Warrior-Heroes of Ancient Greece.
Allyson:
I think that has more HoYAY than Wonderfalls, Betsy. That should console.
DXMachina:
Or in Wonderfalls terms, with your canoe or on it.
Betsy HP:
Well, I definitely ordered that, but I think it doesn't have a lot of commentary. Or drunken retail kisses.
Dana:
"Yeah, so this was Thermopylae. It took us days and days to film this, and some of the extras kind of resented having to die, but once we shot them with arrows, they fell right in line."
Lilty Cash:
I guess you can always pretend that the narration is commentary, Betsy. And maybe hum the Wonderfalls theme from time to time.
Nope, not the same.
Betsy HP:
I wonder, wonder why the hoplites faaaal...
I wonder why the hoplites fall on meeeee....
shrift , in Natter:
When it comes to data, I am like a man; you need to tell me exactly what you want. Hinting vaguely in a passive-aggressive manner will not get you your diamond anniversary band and a vacation in the Bahamas.
Matt the Bruins Fan, in Bitches
Now I know I'm never getting into Heaven for fear of how much time I'd spend bitchslapping St.Valentine over his damn holiday.