On Oscar fashion, in Natter:

Kristen: When I saw Charlize, I thought she'd stolen SMG's wedding gown.

Vortex: I thought that the little doll that covers my extra roll of toilet paper had come to life.

Erin in Natter:

I threw a formal shower where one of the games was stolen right from B.org...the "What's your porn name?" game. The bride's father came out (he's from out of town, so had to stay, was amazed and delighted at the amount of good food and wine to be had at a bridal shower -- "THAT'S why women have these!")

He solemnly announced, this solid Midwestern dad with the walrus mustache and comfortable paunch, that his porn name was "Fluffy Eagle."

People were PEEING laughing. It was great. He wandered back into the kitchen, smiling, for more cream puffs.

Jesse in Natter:

Do people still buy the old-school Renuzit air fresheners, anyway? From the teevee I have learned that Today's Air Freshener is electric.

I don't know why, but the phrasing on that last sentence is refusing to allow me to quit giggling. Thank you, Jesse.

In Natter --

tommyrot: A high school student was arrested for making terrorist threats. His crime? Writing a story about the school being attacked by zombies.

amych: Those aren't zombies, they're Undead of Mass Destruction.

In Natter:

Gudanov:Are they just sleeping in, or are they being sacrificed to appease demons? I'm getting concerned.

tommyrot: It's sorta trendy in demon circles these days to have interns, as the demons find it amusing to send the interns out for coffee.

JohnSweden in Natter:

My porn name is pretty good: Ruff Longstone.

Okay, so it's like a Flintstones porn name, but still.

brenda m in Bitches, as part of an ongoing vegetables are good for you campaign.

It's kind of fibrous, not to say hairy, IME. I wouldn't have thought to eat it.

In Bitches:

Nora Deirdre: I am obsessed with sweet potatoes as of late. Is there nothing they can't do?

Calli: I tried to convince one to bring me Naveen Andrews the other day. It still hasn't come through. Damn spud. Maybe I was talking to a yam by mistake.

In Natter --

Erin: I mean, if you're cursing someone, you don't want their eyen to be ok.

Betsy: Or their crag.

Allyson lays down the law:

Are you talking about the Passover Seder? Please tell her we did not survive the following forty years in the desert on a roasted egg and some parsley.

Usually, dinner is a roast of some sort with the usually fixings, though you wouldn't include any dairy if keeping kosher.

The symbolic foods like the lamb bone and the egg are part of the prayer "Why is this night different from all other nights?"

Answer: Because the Angel of Death passed over our houses and laid a cap in the pharoah's people's first borns asses because payback is a BITCH. (I will mail her 50 bucks if she says this).