A Chicken Coup in Natter:
tommyrot:
Snake saved after eating golf balls
A snake was saved by surgery in Australia after mistaking four golf balls for a meal of chicken eggs, a veterinarian said Wednesday.
A couple had placed the balls in their chicken coup in New South Wales state to encourage their hen to nest, the Australian Associated Press reported.
Susan W:
Unless I've been spelling it wrong all my life, isn't it a chicken coop? Chicken coup has me picturing fierce, bandanna-wearing poultry with teeny, tiny guns.
Steph L:
"Give us the grain, and nobody gets hurt....cluck cluck cluck!"
Cashmere:
"You want your chicken wings? Come and take them!"
On the new ADA on Law & Order
Vortex: It would have been awesome if they could have brought back one of Jack's old second chairs to take the role.
DX Machina: Only if it was Carey Lowell's character. Or if they resurrected Claire Kinkaid, but that would require moving this discussion over to Boxed Set.
In Bitches, context be damned.
Trudy Booth:
I can't out- whore a Thai hooker, just out- blow one.
billytea:
My sincere apologies for having misrepresented the appropriate frame of reference with which to compare you to a Thai hooker.
MM on Fuckcakes in Bitches:
So right there with you. Can you explain to this guy who has called like 6 times that my coworker's phone isn't broken, he's just at lunch?
I hate this:
Fuckcake: "I have Problem X."
Me: "That's a Payroll issue. I will alert them. They will investigate and call you back."
FC: "Thank you."
1 hour later:
Phone: *ring*
FC: "Any answer on my problem? Which is Problem X? Which, in excrutiating detail, involves blahblahblahblahforeversticks with tartar sauce?"
Me: "Yes, FC, I understand your problem. I'm the one you spoke to earlier. I hate tartar sauce. Payroll is investigating and someone will call you."
FC: "Thank you."
A half hour later:
Phone: *ring. Again.*
FC: "Any answer yet on my Problem X, the painful details of which are blahblahblahblahwould you like tartar sauce with that?"
Me: "No. Not yet. Payroll. Will. Call. You."
FC: "Thank you."
Fifteen minutes later:
Phone: *Ring. Sorry.*
FC: "Is there, perhaps, an answer regarding my Problem X, regarding which I have composed an epic poem in the style of the Nordic Sagas with tartar sauce?"
Me: "Grrr. No. Payroll. Call. You."
FC: "Thank you."
Five minutes later:
Phone: *Uh. Ring?*
Me: "No."
Phone: *Uh. Yeah. Um. Ring?*
Me: "I said no."
Phone: *Er. Ringy-dingy?*
Me: "I hate you with a passionate heat as burning as a thousand suns."
Phone: *Just the messenger, dude. Ring.*
FC: "Hi. I was wondering if Problem X, now reaching its tenth volume as far as descriptive and repetitive details go, has had any..."
Me: "I know where you live."
FC: "...are you going to bring tartar sauce?"
Me: "Yes. Tartar sauce of death."
FC: "I'll just wait for Payroll to call, then. *aggrieved sigh*"
Me: "Thank you!"
on grammar, in bitches
omnis_audis:
imagine that. You put on the airplane blindfold thingie, turn off all alarms, and leave the heater on, and voilà! You sleep until 2:30!!!
Now I am hungry, especially after reading all those food posts.
And somehow, I also wonder if y'all cringe at my posts, as my grammar, spelling, & punctuation are not always up to snuff.
WindSparrow:
Nah, Omnis... the cringe-worthy stuff isn't screw-ups from people who are at least trying to post in a reasonable fashion. Very few of us are perfect here. But there are any number of people who are not like us who think l337speak and txt-ese are the bright future of written communication. It's like the tele-keyboard is a hoarde of entitled Normans, standard writing is Old English, and we are a handful of rag-tag Anglo-Saxons.
context shmontext
Polter-Cow:
I suppose you would have to be a moron to fuck cake.
Laura:
Your pictures are making me realize my life isn't tropical enough.
Actually, it didn't make me laugh -- just smile and smile and smile
Tom Scola:
You know, I'm really not invested in any candidate, so I don't care too much who wins. But man, is it really satisfying to watch Rudy Giuliani lose.
