because it was clever, in Bitches:

Emily: Somebody else make all my decisions for me, okay?

amych: Portland it is. Also, the black pants tomorrow, and tuna sandwich for lunch.

Perkins: No. San Francisco, and the blue skirt, plus a nice chicken sandwich.

Pete in F2F:

Excuse me Sir, but my bollocks remain on constant alert for collisions and chance feel-ups.

The return of the Miracleborn Show in Bitches:

Aimee: Can I have an aardvark?

Miracleman: No.

Aimee: WHY??

Miracleman: Because it's a fuc--

Hm.

Because it will start off satirizing barbarian comics and then it'll become Pope and then it'll get all whiny and eventually it will die alone, unmourned and unloved. And then I'll have to haul the carcass out to the trash.

Sad that that theme never really changes.

because it was said with such nonchalance:

sarameg: Some people around here may remember the summer of 2002 when I admitted that I sat wearing a bag of frozen peas on my head when I was at home.

The divine Raq, in F2F, context can blow me:

Oh please. Nobody names their clit "Mr. Pointy."

Raq (again!) : Actually, another friend just went to Egypt for R&R, but to a Red Sea resort. This is the one who had a grenade tossed at her house. I asked if she'd gotten bored waiting for her house to be bombed and had gone to one of the places most likely to be blown up to get some action.

From earlier in the F2F topic:

Sean K:

Someone's evilness is showing.

Polter-Cow:

It looks suspiciously like cleavage.

Raq in Bitches:

OTOH, Mallory just rotated his pacifier in his mouth, like an airplane propellor, using only his tongue. That's going to make him popular someday.

Polter-Cow: I dreamed I danced with Jack Nicholson. He was taller than I expected.