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
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."
In Natter (I'm way behind, but hadn't seen this here yet):
Connie: There are upsides to your work monitor being about to catch fire.
Ginger: What doesn't kill you gets you new hardware.
Sheryl, in Natter:
"The ID badges at my workplace are called PIV badges. Still makes me amused to see that acronym."
Matt the Bruins fan in Natter:
Not on, KFC. I didn't want to cook tonight, so I got takeout and discovered that instead of the chicken livers I ordered, they'd given me gizzards. My former alleycats that I've caught eating string turned their noses up at them.