Snagged from Bureaucracy:

Trudy Booth quoting Shir: I achieved new bra today, and you know what? I don't think I'll EVER be tired of hearing compliments on my boobs

tommyrot: Um... did you mean to put Shir's boobs in Bureau?

brenda m: If so, I vote yes.

tommyrot: A vote for Shir's boobs is a vote for freedom!

Jon B.: If you vote against Shir's boobs, the terrorists win!

ChiKat: I second Shir's boobs.

Shir: Yes!

Bless you, my dears. I never thought my boobs will make it here. It's an exciting day for us.

Polter-Cow: When do we open Light Boobs?

Curious to see how long it takes Trudy Booth Boobs to notice she posted that in Bureaucracy.

Fay, in Delurking, with a hat-tip to Shakespeare:

Spike's will! I pray thee, just one lurker more.
By Joss, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my scone;
It frets me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things tittilate my desires.
And if it be a sin to covet olives,
I am the most offending soul alive.
Yes, faith, my friends, wish yet a man from England.
God's peace! I would not miss this great delurking
For one man more methinks would share with me
In the best home I have. O, do still wish one more!
And still proclaim it, 'ffistas, through the net,
That he which hath no stomach for olives,
Let him yet come; his passport shall be made,
And muffulettas given not to him;
We would still wish for that man's company
That fears his welcome should he speak with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Cilantro.
He that delurks this day, and finds new home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Cilantro.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Cilantro.'
Then will he strip his shirt to show a corset,
And say 'This gift I got on Delurk day.'
Old fen forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
ita the Great, JZ and Polter-Cow,
Smonster and amych, Jilli and Allyson
Be in their fernet cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And fair October shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of buggers
For he to-day that shares his name with me
Shall be a bugger; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods tight whiles any speaks
That delurked here upon Delurking Day.

In Bitches:

Aims:

You know how smell has like, the greatest power of recall or something? Well one of our board members just came in smelling exactly of my junior year boyfriend and I swear my first instinct was to grab him and kiss the beejebees out of him.

billytea:

I'm more curious as to how he got your junior year boyfriend all over himself.

tommyrot:

Some sort of giant blender accident?

Miracleman in Bitches discusses the merits of a hospital birth:

I think I would have freaked the fuck out if Aims had revealed she'd been planning on having a homebirth on the day she was in labor.

"Oh, no...we're staying home."

"WE CAN'T STAY HOME! I PACKED ALL THIS SHIT! I HAVE LISTS! AND WE DON'T OWN A MACHINE THAT GOES 'PING'! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!"

Aaaand Miracleman in Gaming, mocking Colonel Tigh (Pete).

I play the one and only card I can.

...the Old Maid.

EAT IT, CYLON SCUM! EAT THE MAID!

Polter-Cow: When do we open Light Boobs?

The young man's eternal quest.

Cashmere: Today we had a field trip to the fire station with Olivia's preschool class. When the firefighters asked the class if they knew of any hot things, Liv said, "Mercury is hot! It's the hottest planet. We don't go there because it's so hot." He blinked for a minute and said, "Yeeeaah. Does anybody else know of anything that is hot?"

The inimitable Nilly in Natter:

Nilly: Why, it works! I have internet! Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the connection to the outside world that bureaucracy-and-moving-and-mess-and-mostly-bureaucracy have stolen.

Gudanov: ... my daughter doesn't believe in non-chocolate cakes. I mean, she believes they exist, she just doesn't understand why.

Jessica: First sonogram showed a healthy heartbeat and adorable yolk sac, so it's possible I'm having a chicken.