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
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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?
In Bitches. It's possible that proper context would require much more of this conversation from the last day, or perhaps the last several years, but who needs context?
Connie Neil -
Sadly, doctors are rarely willing to send home offending ex-internal organs so that they can be placed in easily observable and securable locations.
Strix -
It was true for me...though my excellent, but lamentably retired now, gyno promised that if it WAS a hairy teratoma, she would take a picture before she sent it to be biopsied. Or killed with fire, whatevs. (It wasn't hairy or befanged, more's the pity.)
erin_obscure -
I'm sure I can find *something* on Etsy to display in it's place.
Strix -
I'm sure there are many things more terrifying than a simple, wee teratoma on Etsy...!