In Bitches, where the weekend's accomplishments have been enumerated, and Polter-Cow is in training for a marathon, so has been running quite a bit.
MiracleMan:
What'd you do to make someone chase you twelve miles?
Polter-Cow:
My mom caught me with a white Caucasian she-devil.
Aimee, in Bitches: This should not, in the future, translate into SEX DREAMS about PRINCE EFFING CHARLES.
Vortex: Was he your tampon?
god, I swear I'm only setup. In Premium, regarding The Tudors:
SA: Heh. My friend T and I looked at each other at the first gratuitous sex scene and were like, "He didn't take off his pants, did he?" "Nope, didn't even finish unbuttoning them." "Guess Henry's a hump monkey then."
Matt the Bruins fan: But the mystery of why he had so much trouble fathering heirs is solved at last!
SA, I was just coming in to post that!
SA, I was just coming in to post that!
I don't believe you, Robin.
It was obviously so awesome she was going to post it twice.
Miracleman
in Bitches:
Emeline is at the "I want" stage. But, you know...she's two and some odd, and sometimes her words are not so clear, so I've fallen into the habit of repeating what she said back to make sure I got it. This often leads to exchanges similar to this:
"I wanna waffew."
"You want a waffle?"
"No."
"What do you want?"
"Waffew."
"Waffle?"
"No."
"I don't understand."
Then she'll heave a heavy put-upon sigh and go to the freezer and fetch a waffle, all the while looking at me like "Idiot. It's pronounced 'waffew'."