Natter:
Ita: I am terrified of diving in the cold.
Kat: It's not so bad. It just feels like an ice cream headache. And then, suddenly you notice everything around you and you forget the cold.
Ita: "It just feels like an ice cream headache."
Ita: ARE YOU INSANE??!?!?!?
Kat: Hey, I don't let people punch me at 9 different classes per week. So, in other words, pot. kettle. black.
Betsy Hanes Perry in Bitches:
Sorry, I will wear what pleases me, and I don't give a flying heap of chiffon if it's "age-appropriate".
Lori: Hey, I don't let people punch me at 9 different classes per week. So, in other words, pot. kettle. black.
This was me. Lori and I are like the same person, but not quite.
This was me. Lori and I are like the same person, but not quite.
Hahahahahahaha. See? I told you so.
Miracleman, explaining recent climactic events:
wait? It doesn't rain in southern california.
Very true. Current theories are that a giant water zeppelin exploded in the upper atmosphere. It doesn't quite explain the gray...stuff...things obscuring the sun, but I'm sure NASA's top scientists are on it.
In the meantime, we're scouring the area for a virgin to toss into the Beverly Center as an appeasement to the sun-god.
We're having NO luck with that, by the way. We may have to go with Anna Nicole Smith and just laugh at the way she bounces.
In Bitches:
askye:What people doing to my childhood? It was already bad enough that Winnie the Pooh was ruined by the Kama Sutra of Pooh and Pooh and Piglet 69ing and the Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore threesome.
Nooo...I have to have people suggesting Aslan and Reepicheep.
The only thing left of my childhood to be warped is...well there's not much else is there?
PMM: The Cat in the Hat Does Whoville! [...] Horton Blows a Who!
Nutty in Spike's Bitches, if only to celebrate the weird and exciting world in which she lives:
I think if it has people-cells in it, it counts as people. I mean, if you were born with a vestigial third arm coming out of your forehead, and had it amputated, would you then go ahead and celebrate by roasting it like a hot dog and having it for dinner?
Aimée: It's one of those "You are very lucky that we gave you one so shut up because noone else will give you one" credit cards.
Steph L.:
Ah, the ever-popular You Are Our Bitch VISA.
Aimée: Actually, this is the lesser known We Have You By The Shorthairs Mastercard.