msbelle, in Natter:
1) why am I up?
2) why am I buying Weebl and Bob stuff?
3) only in Kenya
Kaylee ,'Serenity'
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msbelle, in Natter:
1) why am I up?
2) why am I buying Weebl and Bob stuff?
3) only in Kenya
A few days back in Natter...
shrift Um. Is Livejournal.com displaying in Russian for anyone else?
Daisy Jane Excellent. Only a year and a half into the presidency and the communist takeover has already begun!
Polter-Cow Not me.
Daisy Jane Someone will be by shortly for your reeducation, P-C.
Kristen DA!
shrift I guess this means I'm a sleeper who has just been activated. Privyet, Comrade.
Zenkitty discusses (dismisses?) work ethic in Natter:
I don't think I'm self-driven. I don't think I'm driven at all. I think I'm in "Park".
Frankenbuddha, in Natter (and honestly - do you even CARE about the context?):
Terminator Jesus
It certainly gives the line "I'll be back." a whole new meaning.
Because this needs to be immortalized, from Natter:
ita: I heard great things about the British series The IT Crowd and tried two episodes of it yesterday and was quite unimpressed.
Cass: Have you tried turning it off and on again?
I needed a new tagline anyway.
bwah!
From today's lightning fast Natter:
Ginger: I always have a moment of confusion when I get First Class Mail with FCM on the label. I'm thinking, "The postage? The address? The tape? What are my choices?"
Also in Natter --
Dana: There's also "Shag, Cliff, Marry." Which is less obscene but sounds more violent.
Daisy Jane: Right? I mean Colin Firth may not be my thing, but I don't want him to hurtle down to his death. He seems like a nice enough guy.
In Natter:
Burrell: And when do boys stop wanting to hug their moms?
Erin: According to Freud, never.