In Natter:

Jesse:

My boyfriend [Sean Quinn] does the Starbucks:Wal-Mart ratio when he's looking at states for tendencies.

amych:

I love this. Especially when he got to Vermont, which went something like "Vermont doesn't actually have a Wal-Mart. And they only have like two Starbucks. This should not be considered a valid sample."

askye:

Actually Vermont does have a Wal Mart, but I don't think there are very many

Gudanov:

Close call then, if they didn't have any then we'd have division by zero making Vermont a singularity in the fabric of American politics. It could suck all of New England down into a hole of liberal elitism that not even the photons of right wing radio could escape.

Context is totally overrated:

Gudanov in Natter:

Unicorns, wrong for your butt, wrong for America.

In Bitches. It started out talking about Windows Vista.

omnis audis:

Plug n play my ass!

Cashmere:

Where's Super Porny Pants when you need her?

Trudy Booth:

Super Porny Pants was VOTING!

Some things, occaaaaaaasionally, are even more important than porn.

In Natter:

DavidS: The only reason to reach across the aisle right now is to slap Joe Lieberman in the back of the head. Repeatedly.

In Natter:

shrift

I'm almost afraid to go to sleep tonight. What if I wake up to find Bobby in the shower?

Pete, HusbandofJilli:

The answer, surely Shrift, would be to enjoy yourself.

edited for premature COMM posting. One really should wait for the reaction of the peanut gallery.

Context, schmontext. Erin in Natter:

MY SPARKLY UNICORN DELIVERED IT TO ME AFTER THE GLITTER FAIRIES MADE IT WHILE SINGING AND NOW I'M GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER WITH MY MAGIC OTTERS!

In Bitches:

erikaj:

And my dad said nobody likes a smartass.

Cashmere:

He's obviously never met any of us.

tommyrot:

I think one day, God said to Himself, "You know, I don't think people appreciate cats enough. I think I'll have Al Gore invent the Internet."

Windsparrow: You don't get to say the shit you said during the campaign, then turn around and say this tripe, and have anyone ever believe a word that comes out of your mouth. Ever. Go on, tell me the sky is blue. Let me demonstrate my faith in you by deliberately walking to a window to see for myself.

Fay, Literariliy:

...oh, sweet Jesus. It has just occured to me that Moby Dick/Free Willy crossover fanfic might be out there somewhere.

Also? What IS with naming fictional whales after the penis? Really? Hello, subtlety?

I mean, honestly, Shamu and all these names at Sea World - are these just stage names? Are they really called things like John Thomas, Woody, Ivor Biggun, Trouser Snake, Pork Sausage, Truncheon Of Love and Really Enormous Penis?

...and suddenly I'm imagining the voiceover person warning the front 15 rows that they might want to move, because Really Enormous Penis is going to soak them all.