Natterly--
Ailleann: There's a church over in my mom's neck of the woods whose steeple has blown off the building at least three times. I don't even know how that's possible, but at least one of those times I've driven by and there it was, lying in the yard next to the church.
connie neil: Bungee cords would fix that. Though the rebound would be hard on the rafters.
Ginger: They may want to reconsider what god to worship.
In Supernatural 2:
Austin: eta: If I am paying $500 for breakfast with either J's, he better be cooking it, and we better be waking up bleary eyed and naked about an hour before that. Three condom minimum the previous night or I'm asking for a partial refund. Now that's a golden ticket.
Gudanov:
I feel guilty. I just had a Butterfinger at 9:15 in the morning. I have a thing for Butterfinger bars and it was just sitting there. At least it was only fun sized. Personally I think it is kind of depressing that fun means small. I think it is actually a good size for a candy bar, but in general I think I would want fun to be big.
Now that I think about it, making "Fun" mean small could be useful for political spin. Your dreams of retirement haven't been crushed under the weight of a tailspinning economy, your retirement account has been fun sized.
Also in Bitches, better without context:
Scrappy: The heck with engine size and handling and all that folderol--it's all about the ass-warming.
In Natter:
Steph L. : It's almost Mardi Gras time; maybe a King Cake would be better?
Dana: Are you advocating for the eating of tiny plastic babies?
Steph L. : In America, EVERYONE can eat a tiny plastic baby!
tommyrot: Maybe fewer people would eat the plastic babies if we called them "cake kittens."
Erika in Natter,
after a reference to the "J-word" in the Inauguration invocation:
I thought "J-word" was meant to be irreverent, not offensive. But of course, there is a fine line, always. Which side am I on if I say it sounds like the disciples got a show on Showtime?
Note: I will be happy to edit or delete if this offends, but I laughed and laughed.
Ailleann in Boxed Set, with no context whatsoever:
I still want to know what happened to the caterpillar on LSD!
In Natter (one of many conversations that might have been, but this was my favorite):
MiracleMan
I loved the speech (yes, we watched live at home...Em missed it being sick and napping) but, being me, I couldn't help cracking wise. In my head parts of it went like this:
President Obama: Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some...
George W. Bush: Dude. Sitting right here!
...
President Obama: On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
George W. Bush: RIGHT HERE!
...
President Obama: ...Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day
George W. Bush: Okay, now you're being kind of a dick.
And I kinda loved the whole "leaving of the ex-president" bit. Again, I show you how it went in my head, even though we couldn't hear what was actually being said:
George W. Bush: "...you don't think I'd ask for a twelve inch pianist, do you?" Hah! Get it?
President Obama: Yeah, no, that was great. Now, you're sure you didn't leave anything behind, right?
George W. Bush: I'm sure. Sheesh. You're kinda pushy.
And as the helicopter lifted off and flew away...
Michelle Obama: God. What a douchenozzle.
President Obama: Word.
(Terrorist fist bump)