In Natter:
bon bon: What IS IT with Madagascar?!
Nutty: It is the lemurs. They are like very attentive, fuzzy people. Who bounce. What's not to love?
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In Natter:
bon bon: What IS IT with Madagascar?!
Nutty: It is the lemurs. They are like very attentive, fuzzy people. Who bounce. What's not to love?
Hec, in Literary:
Porn plus Spellcheck = Erotica.
Fred Pete, in Natter:
OK. That's it. The world has officially jumped the shark.
tommyrot courts the lightning bolts in Movies with this response to erika's 'Oh, no, sacreligious "Jesus, I am your Father!" image.'
Join me, Jesus, and together we can destroy the Holy Spirit and rule the galaxy!
D. Griswold in Movies:
Am not actually a teenage girl, despite all online appearances.
Natter is making me laugh today:
Kat: See, I work with kids who ask the same questions each time. "Ms. G. We're out of tape. What should we do?"
sarameg: My dad's response to questions like this is to give completely absurd directions. Really detailed, absurd instructions. Bonus if he can make the questioner do something stupid. "Well, first you need to stick your finger in your ear, palm parallel to the floor. Tilting sideways, slowly turn in a circle, mooing like a hoarse cow...."
He's not liked by some of his undergrads.
And also:
ita: And you. On the other side. Please stop grunting. Sighing I can handle, but the grunting is driving me batshit.
Allyson: Is he taking a hard crap in his cube? Whyfore the grunt?
D. Griswold in Minearverse:
You never have to go there, Eddie. Every "lol" is a choice.
Jars, and no explanation needed:
I know I may have mentioned this before, but DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL.
Nobody COMMed this yet??? In Natter....
tommyrot: I have just discovered that the company car (a '91 Honda) has no cup holders. As a result, I spilled hot tea in my crotch. Luckily, it wasn't hot enough to cause injury.
Hec: Tommy Hotcrotch - this should be a character.
Unfortunately, he can't sue for tea related injuries.
Sue: Tommy Hotcrotch should be who you call when you want to sue for tea-related injuries.
Kat: Never underestimate the laziness and passivity of people who are in the throes of learned helplessness.