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A Moment in Time, Somewhat Fictionalized and Greatly Exaggerated by clawfoot for Comedic Effect:

Me: Tra-la-la! *enjoying the weekend*

epi_lj: Tra-la-la! *enjoying the weeknd*

epi_lj: *asks an innocent, hypothetical question*

EMOTIONS: *twang* RAWR!! *rampages*
BRAIN: Wait. What?
UTERUS: Y HALLO THAR.

Me: *is confused and upset*

epi_lj: *is patient and asks a few gentle, probing questions*

EMOTIONS: RRRAAAAWWRRR!! *smashes Tokyo*
BRAIN: Wait! What??
UTERUS: I REQUIRE CHOCOLATE. OR ICE CREAM. PREFERABLY BOTH.

Me: *is still confused, can't really answer questions at all*

epi_lj: *is wise and patient* *drops subject*

EMOTIONS: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. *is somewhat calmer*
BRAIN: Okay, WTF was that all about??
UTERUS: IT WAS ABOUT THE APPALLING LACK OF ICE CREAM IN THIS CAR.
BRAIN: You shut up. Have you been poking Emotions again?
UTERUS: I AM INSULTED THAT YOU WOULD EVEN ASK SUCH A THING. WHERE'S MY CHOCOLATE?
BRAIN: We'll get some at the movies. Relax.
UTERUS: OKAY, THEN.

UTERUS: *poke*
EMOTIONS: RAWWRR!!
BRAIN: UTERUS!!
UTERUS: IT WASN'T ME.


Soon after, Brain placated Uterus with chocolate and a slushie drink (an acceptable ice cream substitute in a pinch) at the movies, and got to the bottom of what Emotions was on about. Peace once more reigned in the Queendom of Clawfootia.

QWP; more uterine dialogue available here.

lukecanwaltz88:You said this one takes the cake... however, I think it takes several cakes, a few dozen cupcakes, and the leftover batter.

hematitebadger:This takes FORTY CAKES.

And that's terrible.

lady_sesstra:LOL.

You're the richest man in Metropolis. Couldn't you just buy the cakes?

chibikaijuu:But there's no thrill in that!

Or maybe he's just upset that what are clearly pies are mislabeled as cakes.

Context is trying to work out the (il)logic of review whores.

nisie dealt with unwelcome political calls:

I was just contacted by the Obama campaign and asked if I would vote for him. On my cellphone before 8. Call was going to cost me minutes so I was ticked. And the person identified himself as a staffer so they got paid.

My answer was can he bring back Firefly? Guy sounded confused, and I added what was his policy on Whedon? Would he encourage, or discourage more?

The guy stated he didn't know but would do more research. I told him not to bother calling me back on my cell.

Context is f-locked but QWP and hates wasting gorram cell minutes.

rosalarian thinks...
There needs to be an organ associated with friendship. Love has the heart. What does friendship have?

When I want to makes friends with someone, am I trying to capture their spleen? Or their appendix?

I don't have an appendix, so does this mean I can't have friends? I sure hope it's not the appendix.

Can it be the kidneys? Or the liver? Just not the appendix. I like having friends.

Context lacks an appendix.