Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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PixK in Bitches:
Skipping to the end to share the funniest wedding email ever. Billytea, of course, upon realizing that we did not yet own BSG and requesting our registry info.
It is done! Congratulations to the both of you. Please accept this gift of deceit, mistrust and betrayal, the only way to start married life.
Jessica in Natter:
Of course the article misses out completely on the most important question of all, which is "How can I get this job involving getting mice drunk and making them run into things?"
tommyrot in Natter:
ION, my apartment is a little messy. I just watched my cat stalk and pounce on a pair of underwear.
That ain't right.
ita:
Did your cat have to give chase? That's the scale you measure ain't right on.
And, so snorfly I had to back a whole day to get it:
ita:
Now I know to go needle if I ever get the third one done like I've been kinda meaning to.
Jesse:
Your third ear?!?!?
ita:
YES JESSE THIRD EAR.
Third cartilage piercing, der. Which would bring that ear up to 7. And full done. Just one on the other side. Not sure why.
Sophia:
You have SEVEN ears????
ita:
YES SEVEN EARS SOPHIA.
The next day, ita:
At the very last minute I remembered I'd planned to wear earrings and a necklace. Put three earrings in (IN EACH OF MY THREE EARS) and everything. Not that the jewelry matches my outfit or anything, but they all match each other, and that's half the battle.
javachik on theology in Bitches:
If you don't believe in god, you can pray like I do, to the stars and moons and trees and rocks and things and Crosby Stills and Nash but mostly Nash because he was the nicest and cutest.
This may be the most quinticentially Buffista statement ever.
Steph L.: And now that I've shared my freaky beliefs, I'm going to Trader Joe's.
In Natter --
Jessica: Who carries a semi-automatic weapon to sell pirated CDs???
Kristen: A guy who doesn't have the latest Twilight movie.
Trudy: Actual pirates.
erika brings her own take on the Duggars and Quiverfull:
yeah...from what I understand, early Christians prized celibacy, not your own football team
I am a sucker for a callback. Or two.
amych: WHY IS THE RUM GONE?
ita: BECAUSE MY MUMMY IS NOT YOUR MUMMY.
Aims: THAT'S JUST MEAN TO SAY TAUNTY PANTS! STICK IT IN ANY OF YOUR THREE OR SEVEN EARS!
The Brilliant Teppy:
I've always thought that, when you order a Suffering Bastard, the server should bring the cook out to the table.