-t in Bitches:
I reallized why the "Be good" sign off bugs me. It's what I say to my dog when I leave the house, meaning "don't crap on the carpet or eat the furniture". So I probably don't hear it in the spirit the sayer intends it.
'Him'
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-t in Bitches:
I reallized why the "Be good" sign off bugs me. It's what I say to my dog when I leave the house, meaning "don't crap on the carpet or eat the furniture". So I probably don't hear it in the spirit the sayer intends it.
From Bitches. Context? Way funnier without!
Fay: ...and thus am I punished for squicking people with accounts of my father's self-administered genital surgery.
sighs
msbelle, in Natter:
I was getting ready for be-ed and I decided to check in on the bo-oard and so I went to the bo-oard and starting reading in Natter. Oh Robin was in there posting about that lame ass R. Kelly song/video and I had to laugh because I was talking about it the other day and then saw part of it on MTV2 this afternoon. Oh yeah, I sure did. Then I typed up this post and almost couldn't finish it because I was crackin myself up so hard, damn I am funny, I said, damn I am funny. I'm funny. Oh hell yeah I am so funny. Fu fu fu funny. <melisma> fuh uuh uh uh uhhuhuh nnnnnnn nnnn nnn yyyyyyyyyyyyy! </melisma> .
from Natter
Matt the Bruins fan:
I went out and ate at a new Irish pub that opened near me. That's ate, not drank. Clearly my ancestors fled from Ireland back in the 19th century in search of the much tastier English cuisine.
I now know in my heart that Guinness was perfected in a desperate attempt to do away with the need for solid food altogether.
Natter:
NoiseDesign: I remember having some pretty good food with relatives in Northern Ireland years ago when I visited. I also remember potatoes served at least three different ways at every meal.
billytea: Was one of them with a tennis racquet? Because it really should have been.
Jessica: Rainbow Brite would totally kick Strawberry Shortcake's ass.
Steph making my cry in Natter:
erin, aron, aaron
I pronouce it PEE-can, but my great-great-great aunt twice removed, whose name is Euphemia Phoernetta Acksalackaious, who came over on the boat from the Old Country and then settled in Alabama after a brief stint in Boston, pronounces it puh-KAHN, but only when she's using her fish fork to eat her Atkins-approved dinner, which she NEVER shares with her cats, who are the cutest widdle fluffballs EVAR.
But how does she feel about gerunds?
Kristen in Minearverse:
We really shouldn't mock the Scientologists so much.
I mean, does your religion have a forcefield?
Context dilutes the funny. shrift in Natter:
Damn. The juice did not render me blinvisible to the coworkers who made me attend a meeting this morning.
Bad juice. No biscuit.