Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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shrift is going to kick our asses. Here's the whole post.
Fay: So we had a Coup D'Etat.
But so far, everything's okay. Yesterday there was no school, because of the revolution, but today we're back at work and it seems to be pretty calm and the king supports the new guys, and EVERYONE adores the king, so I reckon it's going to be fine. So, er, don't freak out.
Matt the Bruins fan:
I theoretically love the idea of a film about ace pilots in the Great War, but from the look of the trailer, with planes flying through exploding zeppelins and all, I'm afraid they're going to feature Manfred von Richthofen as a famous German ace before America even officially entered the war, and have James Franco's non-Australian character be the one who kills him against all odds after a heroic hours-long dogfight. By jumping into his plane in midair and punching him to death.
Fay, reflecting on her classmates at university:
I was at university with the current Maximilian Von Hapsburg. Whose chosen area of study was...the Hapsburg empire. And yes, he did have The Chin. How his tutors had the nerve to mark his essays I really don't know...I mean, dude, it's his great uncle whojamaflip. How you going to argue with that kind of citation?
In Natter:
Tom Scola:
A coworker just walked by and complained that it smells like death near my cube.
Lee:
See, I would have just wanted to tell him. "Yes, it is death. Better flee while you can, and not come back."
There's a slight chance I'm anti-social, isn't there?
Frankenbuddha:
Nah, but then again I'd have said somehthing along the lines of "Thanks, I'll make sure to hide the next body somewhere else" and given a Wednesday Addams smile.
Matt, I gotta have the whole "cubicle smells like death" exchange:
Tom Scola: A coworker just walked by and complained that it smells like death near my cube.
ita: Death, or decay? If death, black? He needs to be specific.
Gudanov: Why is Dick Cheney next to your cube?
Frankenbuddha: Right, like does it smell a little like death or a lot like death. If a lot, what's his basis for comparison.
Lee: See, I would have just wanted to tell him. "Yes, it is death. Better flee while you can, and not come back."
There's a slight chance I'm anti-social, isn't there?
Frankenbuddha: Nah, but then again I'd have said somehthing along the lines of "Thanks, I'll make sure to hide the next body somewhere else" and given a Wednesday Addams smile.
Strega: I'd go with, "Oh sorry, that's probably my soul."
(edited, because Teppy was faster)
Nattering on a new show...
Cindy: It has potential, Plei.
Plei: SO DID KENNEDY!
One more addition to the "cubicle of death" series, from ita:
If I managed to escape my curse of specificity-requiring, I'd probably want to say "Oops!" and make sure my big file drawer was closed properly.
Depending on the commenter, I just might do it.
The incomparable Ms. Bug, in Bitches:
Aimee, I hate to have to tell you this, but I think gauchos make the baby Jesus cry. See, some fundamentalist Christians believe that girls shouldn't wear pants, because they are too form-fitting. So, they make their girls wear gauchos and skirts. Baby Jesus knows this is a misinterpretation of his words, and it makes him cry and cry and cry. The fact that they are back in style at all is proof that the terrorists have won. So, in conclusion, we MUST take back our country from the fundamentalists and terrorists. BURN your gauchos. Do it for your country! And for baby Jesus's tear ducts.
Hee, beat me to it! That's what I get for actually trying to work at work.