Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Lee - Mar 24, 2011 10:32:26 am PDT #85 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Apparently that's not good.

One would think not, no.


Jesse - Mar 24, 2011 10:34:32 am PDT #86 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Oh dear, ita.


le nubian - Mar 24, 2011 10:36:42 am PDT #87 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

hang in there, ita. we are worried about you.


-t - Mar 24, 2011 10:43:01 am PDT #88 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I hope you get answers and relief soon, ita.


quester - Mar 24, 2011 10:44:49 am PDT #89 of 30001
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Well, I hope it's a useful clue, ita!

I am mildly disappointed that this new thread is not named Natter: Hookers and Blow!


Lee - Mar 24, 2011 10:46:40 am PDT #90 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

That would have been AWESOME


Sue - Mar 24, 2011 10:50:06 am PDT #91 of 30001
hip deep in pie

There will be other Natters.

I have the flu. Hit me like a tonne of bricks like night. Blah.


Lee - Mar 24, 2011 10:58:12 am PDT #92 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Poor Sue. I hope you feel better soon.

I'm bored. Why aren't more people playing Words with Friends with me?


lisah - Mar 24, 2011 11:02:19 am PDT #93 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate

What's your user name, perkins?


Lee - Mar 24, 2011 11:05:51 am PDT #94 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

la-perkins

eta: what's yours?