Allyson, in Natter:
I got to be in Entertainment Weekly without being a sock and committing pseudicide.
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Allyson, in Natter:
I got to be in Entertainment Weekly without being a sock and committing pseudicide.
ita in Natter:
I have a sub who keeps texting me intermittently. I suppose knocking him unconscious set a bad precedent.
Erin in Natter:
If the Rapture comes, I just hope I can get some sleep.
Scrappy (re: Teppy's move): May I remind you that you left an almost monastic existance to go live in SIN?
Tommyrot: I live in sin too! I totally covet stuff and neighbors' wives and whatnot.
Vortex in Natter:
We were chat rouletting last night at the theatre and saw three masturbating men in a row. I said "we should win something, like a slot machine. One cock, two cock, three cocks! ding! ding! ding!" and my friend said "more like dong, dong, dong"
billytea rocking in Natter:
Sandwiches are assuredly one of those things that should remain hairless. ("You know, I think I prefer your hair in a bun.")
msbelle, on Oscar critiques:
It's a shame that crack has taken such a toll on entertainment writers.
and risking her status as the nicest ....
Ginger:
Martin + Lewis = Sometimes funny and loved by the French
Rowan + Martin = Thumbs up
Martin + Baldwin = Thumbs down
In Bitches, on how to maintain calm under adverse conditions.
omnis_audis
Aims, you are amazing. I admire your calmness. I'd be flipping out like a crazy person right now. {{{ Aims }}}
Aims
Well, I am actually typing with the severed hands of a perky woman that irritated me at Starbucks and I was forced to kill her. But she had some nice Stila lip gloss so that made me feel better.
La Tep:
I took my Ambien a little bit ago, and started playing sudoku. Before the Ambien started to kick in, sudoku was just a number puzzle. And now that the drugs have kicked in (and, oh, they HAVE), sudoku has turned into a scenario where I have to chaperone and cat-herd a bunch of unruly adolescent numbers into their cabins at summer camp.
I have NO idea where that came from. And yet, 8 is an unruly bastard and I can never find where 6 went.