le nubian, tommyrot, and amych try to kill me with teh funny in Natter:

le nubian: Anyway, this man demonstrated a drinking activity called "the tough guy shot."

You have someone squirt a lime in your eye, you snort salt, and then you drink the shot of tequila.

What the hell?

I've been out of college for 14 years. What happened to quarters?

tommyrot: You forgot the, "...and then you shove the empty shot glass up your ass," part.

amych: what, you don't break the glass first?

tommyrot: No. Once you're done you have someone kick you in the ass really hard.

aurelia in natter

I've never given my address to the alumni assoc. and yet they always seem to find me.

Gudanov

We really need to have people from alumni associations looking for Bin Laden.

edit:

Adddenda from dw

"The Senate is investigating how the FBI could not find Bin Laden when student callers from Saudi Arabia A&M University had his home phone number and called him for donations more than 100 times in the last four years, and the Alumni Association sent him 187 donation solicitations in the mail during that period, always knowing which safehouse he was living in at the time."

BWAH HA!

Rick: When I was 10 my parents were grasped by a 1960’s ideal of self-sufficiency. Then moved us to a small farm, planted a huge garden, and started raising pigs, cattle, and chickens for food. We kids gave the animals fanciful names like Buttercup, Heathcliff, and Pansy.

The next fall my parents prepared a celebratory feast for Sunday dinner, using only foods grown on the farm. The crowning glory was a perfect ham from our first group of pigs. Just as we were biting into that beautiful ham, my four-year-old brother looked up and said “Pansy was a nice pig.” This put an end to the dinner, and to the practice of naming animals intended for the table. The remaining bits and pieces of Pansy were removed from the freezer and given to people who were not personally acquainted with her.

Theodosia in Natter:

Some people believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I believe in the Boneless Chicken Tree.

Cindy in Natter:

Oh, my poor children. They think they feel the full depth of pain of a citizen of Red Sox Nation. They've seen the Red Sox as World Series Champions before they were 8, 6, and 4.

They think they know what's to come, what we are… They haven't even begun.

Nutty:

Rush Limbaugh is against prescription drugs unless you can score them illegally from your hired help. Double points if you lie about their known side-effects in major interviews. Triple points if you suddenly become and advocate for treatment instead of throw-away-the-key options for drug offenders.

As my friend Eric likes to say, "This is what Republicans call 'flip-flopping,' but which is more commonly known as 'learning.'"

In Minearverse:

msbelle: Tim is funny when he's being crazy hermit guy.

Cashmere: Yes, especially when he answers the door wearing a pair of Playtex Living Gloves.

Kristen: He really wants you to call first.

Baseball chatter, in Natter:

DX: And just for Jesse, Joe Torre just put Bernie Williams, his DH today, into center field, which means that Yankee pitchers will have to bat for the rest of their game today.

Jesse: See, I don't even know what that means.

Edit: I mean, I know what the words mean, and that DH is Designated Hitter (right?), but the significance is lost on me.

JenP: Took me a split second to turn DH from dear husband to designated hitter. Not that it particularly helps my understanding, but it does make the paragraph much less odd.

Jesse: JOE TORRE AND BERNIE WILLIAMS GOT GAY-MARRIED?!?!?

JenP: This is what I'm saying. Plus, according to that paragraph? Just for the day. Which, you know, odd.

Barry Woodward: While watching the [Profit DVDs] a silly idea popped into my noggin. If the Spike TV movie truly is to take place post-Not Fade Away, Wolfram & Hart are going to have to rebuild their firm in LA and who better to be the new CEO than Jim Profit. I know, I know, Jim wasn't a lawyer but then neither was Angel or the rest of the fang gang.

Tim Minear: Barry, you have no idea how many times Greenie tried to get Pasdar into the Wolfram and Hart mix as Jim Profit.

Cashmere: I'd have hurt a lot less never knowing this.

Oh, wait. I forgot who posted it for a second. Nevermind.