'The Message'
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Jan 12, 2007 7:39:13 pm PST #3236 of 3250
Strega - I don't know how intentions can put anyone in danger. The only person responsible for Rebecca was Rebecca.
Tim Minear - Well, I was kinda responsible for Rebecca. Considering I was, like, making the whole thing up.
Strega- You hush. We're interpreting the text.
Cass: Just tried to kill myself choking on a chip and coffee. Please let me not die of something so incredibly stupid - She died because she snacked.
Matt the Bruins fan: Don't be adding "Mama" to your screen name, Cass.
Faye, in Bitches, with an image that first made me smile, then go "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
There are, sadly, an awful lot of these ugly old white men who came to Thailand with their elderly cocks leading the way, like dowsing rods in search of pussy.
Ita, same place:
Not BF. I swear.
I mean, if I had a boyfriend everyone would know due to the immediate end of global warning and certain regimes. Not to mention cheap and efficient alternatives to fossil fuels suddenly having existing infrastructures.
Fuck a star in the east. That's for beginners. I'll show you the impossible made real.
Hec: I don't like it when people anthropomorphize animals and ascribe human attributes to them. That's seems disrespectful to me.
Robin: I don't like people who ascribe human feelings to their pets. And neither do my cats. My dog thinks it's fine.
Zenkitty in Natter:
I had a cat who had nightmares. She would startle awake howling and run. One time she ran down the basement stairs and I went to the top of the stairs and called her name; she turned around, saw me, ran full tilt back up the stairs and literally leaped into my arms. She put her front legs around my neck, put her nose in my ear, and I held her and she purred until she stopped shaking. Then she got down and walked away like nothing happened. We never spoke of it.
From Natter:
Teppy: If someone asks "Do you know what time it is?" he replies, without fail, "Yes."
Dana: Oh, my god. Grounds for homicide.
Teppy:
Right? And then the ask-er will look at him and say "Well?" To which he'll reply "Well, what?"
"What TIME is it?!?"
"Oh. You didn't ask me what time it was; you just asked me if I *knew* what time it was. It's 12:54."
No one thinks it's cute or funny. And yet he persists in doing it.
Amych: It finally dawned on me - Chatty!Coworker is a text-based adventure game.
From Bitches:
meara: So, today I think I spent about $250 on various things.
But $200 of that was at the outlet mall.
So really that's like saving money, right? Since it would've cost like, $500 in the real stores?
Hil R.: Yep. That's exactly how outlet prices work. Trust me, I'm a mathematician.
In Bitches:
Teppy:
I'm just enough of a 12-year-old to point out that, in my search, I found that the abbreviation for the journal title is "Women's Stud Q."
Brenda:
Wonder what happened to Studs A through P?
Cass:
It's a refractory period thing... They're resting.
Sean K:
Stud Q is the one with all the cool, high-tech gadgets, like a watch that turns into a dildo.
-t:
So, that's the Bond Q, not Star Trek.