Connie Neil
speaks truth in Bitches:
Buffista Therapy Room: come in with the pieces of your psyche in your hand, leave with them glued together in new, unexpected, but surprisingly pleasing configurations.
edit: Possibly with added pinwheels and sparklers for effect.
In Natter:
Ginger - I'm writing a piece about an organization run by a Nancy Yancey
aurelia - Nancy Ann C. Yancey? If she waltzes at a formal ball she's fancy, dancey Nancy Ann C. Yancey! A friend and I came up with dozens of these one summer. I can't even begin to remember them all. They're more fun spoken out loud.
Scrappy - If she does it in a horse costume, she could be fancy dancy prancy Nancy Ann C. Yancy.
billytea - Dancing with her partner (in their own horse costume), she could be fancy dancy prancy romancy Nancy Ann C. Yancy.
Polter-Cow - If her first two plans fail, we will move on to fancy dancy prancy romancy Nancy Ann C. Yancy's Plan C.
billytea - Because "No, wait, this time it'll work!" is just what you want to hear from someone dancing around in a horse costume.
Zen, in Bitches, on the Abyss:
The howling, the wailing, the terrible hungry gaze... oh, wait, no, that's just the cat.
The howling, the wailing, the terrible hungry gaze... oh, wait, no, that's just the cat.
Maybe it's an Abyssinian.
Seriously, nobody else got to this yet???
Erika in Natter:
Zombies! Hyena people! Jan Brewer!
billytea in Natter (I can't believe no one else grabbed this):
I would just like to say at this point that if the fact that the match between the number of ridges on the outer surface of a banana and the number of joints in our fingers is evidence of intelligent design, then pineapples are evidence of a cruel and vengeful god.
From Movies (was really funny to me, anyway):
Dana
I haven't watched the trailer, but how are his arms?
Polter-Cow
He has them both.
From Natter, after I said that Ed Markey is my new congressman:
flea:
Jesse, consider pretending that Biz Markie is your rep instead. Consider him just a friend.
bt:
I regret to inform you all that humanity has lost the mandate of Heaven, and from now on, God has instead chosen to bestow his favour upon the mantis people.
cass:
Well, sure. They pray.
Zenkitty: ita !, trying to figure how the age of the universe makes you a racist.
Jessica: Me too. I feel like there's a dark energy joke hiding in there somewhere.