Connie Neil in Natter:

If cheese is wrong, I don't want to be right.

In Natter:

ita !: My sister is booking a stripper. This stripper. Pictures are so far SFW, but I do see dickbombing in the far background of #6. And for some reason, the slideshow does not go in order of the picture titles.

Amy: What for? Is this a cheering up your mom thing?!

In Movies, about the Ferris Beuller Superbowl commercial:

Juliebird: I find it disturbing how much makeup Broderick is actually wearing.

Matt the Bruins fan: Last thing dude sees every night before falling asleep is Sarah Jessica Parker; I can see how that would skew one's impression of the appropriate amount of makeup to wear.

In Natter:

ita !: The guy who sold me my car was named Cas(s). I took that as a sign. From above. He gripped me tight and raised me from public transportation.

In Bitches, Shir answers the question of what's the name of her new dog:

Shooky. That's the name the pet rescue center gave him.

I call him "cat" (in Hebrew: hatul). Or asking him "who's a pretty cat?". And then he looks at me like I'm a very stupid person, but it's OK. I prefer cats, he has a silly name, I taunt him, he looks down on me. It's a vicious circle.

In SPN:

ita !:

Jeff and Annie are cute, but there's no there there. Try and sell me on Troy/Britta, and I might hesitate a wee bit, but I'm still hitting the Dean/Cas button.

Hey, wouldn't it be cool if there were a Dean/Cas button? That would rock. I mean, other than "the internet".

Bitches was on fire last night, and I'm not quite sure how best to capture it. But it deserves to be kept for posterity. I re-arranged some of it for clarity.

omnis_audis we are borg. You have been assimilated!

Shir At this point, I don't really care if you all end up being three sick and twisted men who are seekretly conspiring to get my ass to the U.S. and sell my organs to experimental conceptual artists. I'll still love you.

Connie Neil Damn, she's on to us.

smonster Two sick and twisted men, one diabolical guinea pig. /pedant

billytea One pedantic diabolical guinea pig.

smonster No, duh, I'm a sick and twisted man. This is what you get for skipping meetings, billytea.

Toddson Me, I'm a dog (and no one knew!)

brenda m Dang, I keep forgetting which of us is the guinea pig.

Toddson Well, we know billytea's the echidna.

Shir Take my liver Take my hand Chop my legs 'till I cannot stand...

Sean K I'm actually a broom.

Steph L. Family Guy reference?

Sean K But of course.

Steph L. Well done. ("To be honest with you, Diane, I'm surprised.")

NoiseDesign I'm a little teapot. Short. And stout.

Jilli VoiceOfReason This is my handle. And this is my ... ::looks at both arms making handle shapes:: Dammit, I'm a sugar bowl. (And that, folks, is why I got to take a note to my parents from my kindergarten teacher. I had not learned the same song as the other kids. Thanks Dad!)

Connie Neil Oh, thank god I wasn't on a phone call when I read that and laughed.

omnis_audis Shir, I promise, even though I work for a School of the Arts, and 2 floors above my office is a ton of MFA art students, I promise I will not chop you up and sell your body parts to them for art. Chain you up in my basement, sure. But.. I'm not one for all that blood with chopping up. Then ya gotta clean. And the bleach smell. Blah. Yuck. Plus, they are art students. That's a double wammy for no money.

Natter...maybe this wouldn't be as funny if it weren't ita, but I think any woman who debates social issues can relate:

I have heard less whining from guys I have actually smashed in the nuts. It's been years since I've heard a guy pull the "well, excuse *me* for having a penis!" screaming flounce.

Buffistas do taxes:

KateP: Ooh, we need to do our taxes. I've never owed before, but M is convinced we will owe this year. We'll see. We did (finally) start putting together a baby registry tonight, so I feel all oneroused out for the time being.

Polter-Cow: I read that as a portmanteau of "onerous" and "aroused" and thought the difficulty of doing your taxes turned you on.

Matt the Bruins fan:: Hey baby, that's a mighty big deduction you've got there!

Kate P.: Heh. Nerdiest form of masochism ever?

Gudanov: Get ready to itemize, I've got the long form, baby.

In Bitches:

Shir

I would just like to point out that Ginger and Erin's awesome advices raised my cover letter from "hey, I'll be useful and shit!" level, to "My agenda may and will evoke memories of Bismarck, blood and iron wise. Hire me, bitch" level.

Truthfully, I'm a bit afraid of myself, after the final version of that cover letter. I never knew my activities and beliefs can be summed in such a way. I almost feel like adding a picture of a kitten there, for the comfort of those who will read it.