Miracleman
, in Natter:
Gorg totally agree with Mrs. Schafly.
After all, it is Gorg who bring home mastodon meat, not woman!
(Woman? Where is mayonnaise? No, it not. I no see...Oh. Thank, woman.)
It is Gorg who risk life and limb to travel through tiger infested jungle to mastodon hunting ground!
(No, woman! I, Gorg, am only driver! I, Gorg, am man! Man only driver! Get it? Good...where we go?)
It Gorg who make fire! Gorg! Gorg make fire!
(Woman...where fire sticks? Gorg just had them...well, why were they there? Oh, that does make sense. Okay. Um. Fire made! ...how you cook mastodon again?)
Gorg make babies! Not...you know, Gorg no carry babies, but Gorg...Gorg did his bit, you know, with the...the grunting...
(Hey, woman? Where are babies, anyway? No, why should Gorg...? Really? Gorg no remember woman say that...)
Gorg make...uh...make...um...
(Woman! Tell Gorg what he do with the...you know, what you paint on wall! Gorg no know how read...What that word? Really? What it mean? Huh.)
In conclusion, Gorg...what, woman?
Gorg must go now. Gorg forgot to make skin clothes for winter. Gorg no think of things like that.
(Coming, woman! You no use magic on me, 'kay?)
Miracleman, on a roll in Natter:
Found in Craiglist > Personals
Hey want to (meat)hook up?
Ha ha! Did you see what I did there? It's a pun.
Srsly, swm, psycho, blonde hair, brown eyes, soulful gaze, murderous heart iso gullible and lonely woman (women?) for creepy email exchanges, light robbery. Maybe murder and death, who knows? We'll see where it takes us.
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
it IS ok to contact the police immediately
I've gotten more attention for that ogley post than for hundreds of hours of dedicated volunteer service.
huh.
Dana:
There is no point in getting into an argument with someone who I only distantly know, even though she used a non-political mailing list to pimp out a "petition" about how Jesus should lead America, or something.
Jessica:
That's ridiculous. He wasn't even born here!
erin_obscure:
Embrace the hysterical laughter. It brings power.
Aims:
Twenty. Twenty girls. All of them best friends and mortal enemies.
And one girl who is, I believe, emotionally impaired leading them all. That would be me.
billytea:
Lead them to Mordor!
Aims:
Nah - terrible snacks and the orcs make for some ugly camping.
OTOH, it *would* earn us the Middle Earth Exploring petal.
TomW in the delurking thread:
You will also note that I use the Oxford comma. If this displeases you then I can provide a list of awful places where you can go, but I must warn you that this list will also feature an Oxford comma.
I always want to COMM Tom, but I feel like it is unseemly in a "STFU Smug Marrieds" sort of way.
OK. I know it was only two posts ago, in this very thread, but I'm COMMing Nora, on principle:
Nora Deirdre: I always want to COMM Tom, but I feel like it is unseemly in a "STFU Smug Marrieds" sort of way.
