Cashmere: I have a friend who is deathly afraid of clowns. She nearly wrecked her car when she saw a clown, dressed in full regalia on his way to a gig driving in a car along side her on the freeway.

billytea: She has my full sympathy. It may look suspiciously like shaking with silent laughter, but we all express emotion in our own way.

Madrigal in Natter:

The funniest vandalism I've seen lately was a stop sign in Sheboygan. Under the word "Stop" someone had printed quite neatly, "Hammertime."

Theodosia:

My stance that meat should not be identifiable as having come from something living is once again validated. I do not practice vegetarianism so much as plausible deniability.

Gudanov knocks it out of the park in Natter:

I never got to the meth part of "The Purpose Driven Life".

ita. Natter.

Google hits don't make something RIGHT. I offer you "dirty sanchez" as proof.

Nutty, in Natter:

If Tom Cruise hadn't existed, our sense of the absurd would have had to create him.

Context, don't bother me with no stinkin' context. The one and only erika, abridged, in GWW:

Michael Chabon! Knowing who I am! OTOH, it makes me want to run somewhere and have my legs shaved and my prose tightened.

I sort of expected to live with the follow up of getting my legs tightened and my prose shaved, so thanks for small mercies, internet spouse.

Minearverse

Rick: It might be fun to be a Psychiropractor, though.

Betsy HP: Could you adjust my brain? I've got a kink right here that's giving me problems...

Ta.

ita: You want your kinks out???

Betsy HP: God wants me for a sunbeam.

In Natter:

Jessica:

The actual can -- the chicken sits on top of it and the beer/soda/whatever flavors and bastes for you.

Cindy:

So it's like a beer can tampon for the chicken?