You've got to feel around in there to figure out what you're getting.
I had a really good dream about his tush last night.
Do sheep molt?
Different parts of speech for different occasions.
I really needed a bit of pornography at that time.
It's a circle. You don't know which came first--the Catholic or the guilt.
Make it go away. This is beautiful.
We shoved porn at Amparo.
I'm fine. I have a blanket. I'm portable.
I lost you somewhere at Pilgrim Barbie.
We're making Barbie into a vampire.
This is the dumb part. They're just killing someone.
No. It was way before Dave Barry. Nice try though.
There's grape Gatorade?
The bat swooped.
Duct-taping Amy--an annual NatPack ritual.
Wow. The NatPack is in a room and it's silent.
Jennie, where is the where they're supposed to be that I couldn't hear because my head was under water?
I know how to make Barbie hair curl. Pfffft!
You know, I'm allergic to the NatPack. We laugh too much.
Oh, my. It is a basket of corn. How unfortunate.
Corn-head Barbie.
And how are you? Oh, God, forget I asked that!
How nice. So you're going to give me a dead partridge?
Is your chili non-crunchy?
I could be a NatPacker if my personality were right, but it's not.
They came for the annual NatPack Christmas party and Corseting-Amy Festival.
Pardon me while I stand here and pet your coat.
Something about it being uncontrollable really pleases me.
We have to get Fred a medal.
I knew it was out of sight because I couldn't see it.
Scissors?
Getting in the shower naked with a naked vampire. No. She knows better!
She needs a dental dam and a condom.
She didn't go for the muzzle. That's what I was expecting.
Oh, do that some more. My head hurts.
The earth moved.
Come on, boil!
She's a Knightie. Why does she think we're nuts?
As long as you all don't matter, she won't mind.
I have a vision of a big Oscar Meyer hanging around her house. I don't now why.
Unless there's guaranteed angst, that boy can't go to the bathroom.
Do we have a thingie? Or is it in the thingie?
You get a new guide. It's like Disney World.
You know, she was having a good time until he mentioned Nick.
I want to kill him a lot.
If the show comes back, next season I'll wash the Caddy.
Be fraid. Be a very fraid.
Those are cookies. People should eat the cookies.
Has anyone checked her pulse? That's another one we have to do for the NatPack occasionally.
That's a NatPack trait: thinking about food when you're about to get some nookie.
Her paws are bladder-seeking missiles!
Cathy must have loved this. Everybody else had to spout the technobabble and she got to speak English.
"Present company" is in love with a vampire. She's not excepted from anything.
I think I have birdseed in my hair.
I love her hair in this episode. There is her favorite hair for me. No, my favorite hair for her.
We're the NatPack. We communicate telepathically. This shouldn't be a problem.
Oh, no. That's me breathing. I've been doing that lately.
Antics with semantics.
I heard a giggle.
Sangria sneaks up on you. Aaaah!!
What? She's five months pregnant and it doesn't show.
Corroborateable. That's a word.
Amy usually turns into a rock long before the rest of us fall asleep but last night she turned into an express wagon axle.
The NatMares are conspiring. One NatMare is cute. Two NatMares is downright scary.
Katie, lickage is bad.
We must. I owe him a stealth hug...and I want to confuse him with a new hairdo.
He's so infectious.
Barbie is still in the 50's bullet bra....Twin Peaks.
One fast Jack Daniels.
I bought Spam because it was advertised on FK. It was better than I expected; in fact, I've had 2 Spam-burgers this week.
I have experience with things that cease to function. Thus saith the Angel of Death.
"***, send more porn" was not the expected response.
How can anyone with a choker and a neat accent go wrong?
"I was wrong." A man said that?
Get your friggin' vitamins and shove them down your throat.
When my stuff turns into birds, it just f*cks me all over.
God! The NatPack Commune.
Sticking your nose into my butt is not effective.
It looks like you could surf on that hair there.
It is so fun going through Clark's drawers.
I think we should have a really braindead, dumb NatPack photo!
I don't know what it is about us, but being around the NatPack always makes me queasy.
But the NatPack is incredible. It's one of your major characteristics.
I didn't throw up so I must not be all that sick.
I gave you Peptol Bismol and you still threw up but you threw up pink.
It was great. Valerie threw up on the place that laid me off.
Nobody named Barbie got off the Mayflower.
I liked her hair. I know it was abused to do that.
Guest chest.
The NatMares got drunk last night.
That's worse than a Clark tie and a Mulder tie and a Schanke tie and a Chris tie all put together. In a blender. With a frog.
I find "Honey, you're bleeding. --Don't worry, it's just a Nick" very funny right now.
We need something that will clamp it and then punch through her head.
And we're okay with having fun.
When it gets to the point where you can't close the bag, there's too much in there.
I've never drinken any.
Willie Nelson NatMare.
I have to go have some of that cherry-flavored weasel piss.
We have a singular talent for entertaining ourselves.
Oh, great. That's all I need: Nick trying to protect me again.
Ha. Corrupting the NatPack is like....too late.
I think I warned you what I usually do with this stuff: Plot? No. Circular File? Yes.
She's being quiet.
Pretty, bright, shiny burn got dim.
Nick. We'll listen to Nick. That sh*t's trying to hypnotize me. Zonk.
It won't hurt it. It's a stupid phone.
Honest to God, if we wanted to topple Sony, I think we could.
I'm going to write a vignette about the fans doing a leveraged buyout of Tri-Star and post it to the list And sent it to Jim.
Urs kind of goes bounce-bounce, but she does not go blink-blink.
Yes, I call inanimate objects names....which is why there've been so many for network executives lately.
The beauty of it is, if the neighbors saw us dancing out there, they'll think we're drunk.
I stealth hugged LaCroix.
Amy's and Jennie's excellent adventure.