OMG, that riff on the home reactor kit was made of awsome!

Not that flea's post wasn't funny.

Talking Shrift down, in Natter....

shrift: I'm trying really, really hard not to stab the entire world in the face.

Gudanov: Just think about Puppies and Unicorns.

Kat: being stabbed in the face.

tommyrot: Stabbing the world in the face? Or stabbing each other in the face?

How good is a unicorn's horn for stabbing puppies anyway? I mean, it's a spiral horn, so you'd have to twist the puppy around to get it off....

eta: cute animal stab-in-the-face x-posty....

OMG, and I thought the Furries ruined "Puppies and Unicorns" as my happy thought.

Allyson on the relative merits of BDSM vs submissive Christians:

Well there's the whole submission thing and the spare the rod thing and the pro-torture thing and the training daughters to be good submissives until their daddies transfer ownership and the all that stuff.

But at least the BDSM people have safe words.

I'm on the fence about who has better fashion sense.

ita: Wait, wait, wait--how does BDSM not win this hands (tied) down?

Oh, but you have to include Allyson's follow-up:

Well, from a practical standpoint, I think the average crazyass evangelical uniform is dockers and blue oxford shirts. They blend into white bread america. Like serial killers.

Very unassuming.

It doesn't make sense to wear assless chaps out in public, really. It's difficult to explain.

And aesthetically speaking, plus sized dockers aren't as bad an assault on the eyes as plus sized assless chaps.

Emily: Man, I hate it when you all have interesting conversations while I'm away! I take it, by the way, that two girls one cup is arguably more disturbing than goatse? I'm never going to go look, but it would, for reasons that don't need explaining at this juncture, make me feel better to know.

Tommyrot's followup: Yeah. Sorta' like how Hamlet is arguably better than Ace Ventura - Pet Detective.

In Bitches:

StephL

We're supposed to do our gift exchange this afternoon, but a bunch of the higher-ups got into a conference call, so we have to wait for them to be done. Since I didn't know that, I put my Santa hat on, and I'm not taking it off, because my hair will be fucked up. So I'm sitting here wearing a Santa hat, and I just got into a fight with Chatty about why a book printer sending us a template is a fucking retarded thing to do.

I can't win a fight when I have a Santa hat on and the white fuzzy ball at the end is swinging back and forth with every emphatic head shake I make.

It's tough out there for a Santa.

No context, because Corwood's idea in Movies needs no context:

Keanusqaatsi

Daisy Jane, Natter:

Someone who needs the newest shit all the time and has an apartment in Plano is not a damned stoic.

In Bitches:

Hil R. My mother is filling out an eharmony profile for me. I told her to stop. She says it's fun. She keeps asking me things like "Are you quarrelsome?" (She started laughing at "Do you have unique ways of expressing yourself?" I'd started answering "42" to all her questions at that point.)