Rick in Natter:
My parents had four kids, and I know they were disappointed to find themselves reaching old-age without any grandchildren, even though they were careful to hide it. When I called my father at age 86 to tell him he had twin grandsons on the way his response was "You're cutting it kind of close, aren't you?"
In Natter, I actually snorted:
Zenkitty:
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain.
billytea:
IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE
In Natter:
ita_!
So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.
Jesse -
Too late! Now you own him.
Steph L.
Give him a sock.
Oh, but there's more...
Zenkitty:
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain
billytea:
IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE
Connie Neil:
The horse transcends names.
billytea:
You rode through the desert on Prince?
Connie Neil:
I'm sure it's not the oddest thing to ride on Prince.
billytea:
Yeah, but it's a little odd to take three days. For that you really need to ride through the desert on Sting.
Zenkitty:
At last, we've named the horse.
ita:
So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.
Jesse:
Too late! Now you own him.
Steph L.:
Give him a sock.
Steph L.:
I didn't realize that if pie crust dough warms up, it turns into a jerk.
Matt the Bruins:
Why would a haircut be cause to cry?
Shrift:
Oh, you sweet, innocent lamb.
In bitches, Amy (to Teppy) regarding a publisher known for their erotica:
. . . if you read their product, you are down with their mission.
And Connie Neil clarifies:
To make money while pandering to the lurid tastes of the masses!
(I didn't actually say that part, Todd. But I can't see who did now -- someone edited, I guess.)
It was me.
Did I redact it? Huh. I don't remember doing that. I guess I'm reaaallly tired, eh?