"The lemon and lime are locked in what appears to be a carnal encounter"

"The lime has a particularly lurid expression on his face."

Hundreds of U.S. colleges and universities were micro-managing student discourse via speech codes that banned everything from "insulting sounds" to "faxes sexual in nature."

There seems to be a recurring theme in the articles I'm reading of inanimate objects doing it.

While Discussing a Contiki Tour of America:

jimh: apparently [it's] run by the same company as the tourist helicopter cruise which went down last week
nazza: use sam as a parachute
jimh: "holy shit its a shooting star"
jimh: "not just that, it's a red dwarf"

I warned a friend that my MSN display picture wasn't a picture of me. Hers was of the sun. She said, "my dp is obviously me". I responded "yes, you are a bright orb who gives people cancer".

During the Friday boat trivia night a group of questions involved identifying which movie the corresponding movie poster represented. I hilariously failed and when the Twilight poster appeared the crowd booed virulently. Most of the booing came from Jim Kaston and Levi. It was great.

While at Customs House, Hosford kept suggesting that the dance music should have a bongo solo. Then at a bar with a TV playing music videos, he suggested that every song played would be better with a bongo solo. Then, they played Renegades of Funk. IT HAD A BONGO SOLO.

Also everyone got rick roll'd because when they entered the place the TV played "Never Gonna Give You Up".

My sister was telling the family about how Hitler would throw tantrums if he didn't get his way. "He used to roll on the ground and chew the carpet."

My mum replied, "You used to eat paper."