Nattery goodness:
Cashmere: Has anyone seen the kitten huffing?
Frankenbuddha: Well, that was...interesting?
Fay: Now if someone says they're looking for a little pussy, I'll know that they aren't just being crude.
(Edited for attribution. Thanks, Nilly.)
Lyra, the Unknown Buffista was Cashmere.
In Lightbulbs:
DebetEsse:
How do we keep these people far, far away from here?
Fred Pete:
Just be ourselves.
DebetEsse:
Oh. Yes. Right.
B'cracy
Laura:
Absentee voting makes sense.
JenP:
Says the woman from Florida.
(oh, come on... someone was gonna go there)
It's not that it made me laugh -- I just like how it reads.
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in
Natter:
Reality is slowly unpixillating.
In Natter:
Raq:
We need to change our language habits, I suppose. For "shit" we tend to say "fuck." For "fuck" we say "fuck fuckity fucking motherfucker," and for "motherfucker" we say "slimy cuntmuscle."
Robert read a bit of the Dr. James Dobson book on child-rearing we got as a gift to me: "Is your conversation respectful and soothing? Or does your household sound like an army barracks? You must speak in calm tones around your child." To which I responded "Dobson can suck my throbbing cock."
aurelia:
But did you say it in soothing tones?
Daniel
in Bitches, because it made me laugh and is such true cat behavior:
I just got in the house and was besieged by two cats who complained loudly that they had never been fed, ever. From birth.
Really. they followed me around the house Mewing and occasionally caterwauling. They follwed me upstairs (Mrowr?), Into the bathroom (Mrowr?), into my bedroom (Mrowr?), down the stairs again (Mrowr?), and back to the kitchen (Mrowr?) where they sped ahead, waiting (Mrowr!).
They were and making such a to-do that I caved. They watched raptly as I got the can down, and commented upon my lethargic delivery.
I'm such an easy mark.