Whimpering with laughter, and context is irrelevant. My divine erika in GWW:
I know, Brain, but where on the internet are you going to find a wheelbarrow, penne pasta and Walter Cronkite?
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Whimpering with laughter, and context is irrelevant. My divine erika in GWW:
I know, Brain, but where on the internet are you going to find a wheelbarrow, penne pasta and Walter Cronkite?
Tommyrot, in Minearverse, context be damned:
What's the point of having genetic engineering if we can't play God and make animals exactly the way we want them?
As soon as they come out with a do-it-yourself home-genetic-engineering kit, I'm gonna make me an emperor penguin that's house-broken and has the personality of a Siamese cat.
Gudanov: ION, Leif invented a new recipie for chocolate chip cookies. Take a carton of eggs, break onto carpet. Add one large container of Nestle Quik and a cup of milk. Let stand until discovered.
Jessica, in Sunnydale Press:
In case any other NYCistas are wondering what that weird sweet smell is, I just called 311 about it, and they connected me to 911 (apparently odor complaints require emergency assistance!), who connected me to the fire department, who said they've been getting calls all night about this, and that it's all over the city, but they don't know what's causing it.So that's that.
I don't think I've COMM'd Press before...
In Bitches:
Gudanov: Yesterday while I was at work Leif got his little hands on a bottle of infant Tylendol somehow. He used the dropper to start painting his walls with it. When he was discovered and asked what he was doing he replied, "I don't know... I'm only three."
Trudy Booth: I'm so happy he's an artist. And that he didn't swig the stuff.
sumi: Yes, what a relief that he was painting rather than drinking!
erikaj: Toulouse Lautrec's family used to say that all the time too.
In Bitches, erika muses about what British faith healers would be like:
(Actually the thought of a British faith healing amuses.) "Well, if it's okay with you, I've told the nasty demon to step off now."
"Really? Ta ever so." (Suppilcant stands) Great, I can walk...that's really brilliant. Been a really long time."(Audience claps like at Wimbledon)
Jars sums it up in Fan Fiction:
I think the thing I find most charming about SGA slash is the hot men that do sex.
In Minearverse:
Allyson:
I'm so bored. Ima start a kerfuffle.
Tim Minear's writing sucks. Also, Wesley sucks....
Perkins:
Wesley doesn't suck at all
amych:
You haven't been reading the right fic
Almare: Someone's cell phone just went off in here. It played "Tusk." Being a library, everyone turned and glared silently. The librarian, whom you would expect to say, "Shush!" Instead replied, "Oh for the love of... This is a library. Please turn off all cell phones. In the case your phone does go off, please set the ring to a song that doesn't degrade humanity."
So. I didn't know where to begin with the next. It was in the midst of a discussion of Halloween appropos movies, but the following made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe (around Corwood's post, though I was already well on the way to asphyxiation):
edited because I screwed the link up, and D. reposted the whole relevant exchange.