Zen, in Natter
Quit flooding your dog's system with Jesus Christ, people, he needs to drink that water, not walk on it.
(I think it's funnier without context)
'Sleeper'
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Zen, in Natter
Quit flooding your dog's system with Jesus Christ, people, he needs to drink that water, not walk on it.
(I think it's funnier without context)
In Natter:
-t: I want a cookie. Not as a reward for accomplishment. I just want a cookie. But I don't have any.
Steph L.: I have some. Cup your hands under any USB port on your computer and stand by for incoming Joe-Joe's.
-t: Oh, man, I hope IT doesn't have cookies disabled!
From Natter:
Jesse: But wait, meara, you're not saying a man could be surprised with a male partner???? Wouldn't that mean they have to have sex after?!?!?!?!??!?!
meara: Hah! Well that would be one way to cut down on the number of people entering the contests--"you must have sex with the partner you draw, after the dance"!
msbelle: I can neither confirm nor deny that I had that policy in college.
From Natter (and may only be funny to fanficcers, but it made me have to bite my lip at work to stifle the screams):
Sophia Brooks:
I remember C0CKSICLEs, but not 100% penis. Although the Echidna penis is sort of 400% penis. And they are called rosettes!
Connie Neil:
And they are called rosettes!
So going to a bad pron place.
In Natter --
meara: I did know talking about echidna penis would bring billytea to the board! it's like saying Beetlejuice or something!
In Natter (meara's on a roll):
meara:
Xyla and Jynx? What are they, scrabble nerds who want the most points?
Hil and Tep take on the Food Police In Natter This morning, one of my colleagues saw me drinking iced tea, and she informed me that it had too much sugar, and caffeine is an acid that will unbalance my ph, and that I should eat parsley for calcium.
Oh my god, I am so happy I work alone now. I never have to deal with that shit again. (Or for the forseeable future.) Because the dog doesn't give any fucks about what I eat, other than whether he might be able to scam some of it
-t:
Y'all. I don't want to be crying at my desk and have to explain that the invisible people in the computer were talking about an animated movie.
Jesse in Literary:
In random book news, I'm reading In Cold Blood for the first time, and he does this weird thing with short phrases (even single words) in quotes, which I assume means they are out of interviews, but the rest of the sentence is his own, but it does make me feel like I'm reading Zagat reviews sometimes. This "hideous crime" inflicted on an "upstanding" family is "well worth checking out."
In Natter:
shrift: I am eating a mini-cupcake and listening to a David Bowie channel on Pandora because the alternative is MURDER.
Connie Neil: "Cake or death. Your death. Yeah, that's right, hand over the cake."