Inga is the Lieutenant of Waffles. She is a masterful Fun Haver of the highest order. She starts all the really cool tribes. She plays well with others. She is irreverent and smart and super-coolio, she has nifty-fun friends, and she DAZZLES like a huge-ass SPARKLY DIAMOND!!

If the straitjacket fits, wear it. Amazing how the same analogies circle around. Someone just said that about me. Thanks for the offer on yours. Bring it with when you come up to SF. It will be our gain as this is such a witty, witty chick that she makes me laugh so hard I understand how the straight jacket got peed in. Yay for Inga. Join her fan club. You know you want to.

I remember Inga from the old country. Where everything smells of barley and cabbage. We would get rowdy and throw cinderblocks through windows. At first it was fun and games, but Miss Inga (as she INSISTED on being called by someone of "my station") had a mean, competitive streak. The cinderblocks became bullets, the bullets grenades... Always upping the ante. Inga earned about thrice as much as I (she never explained where the cheddah came from, though recently I found her on a site selling Russian brides calling herself Jasmine), so she was able to afford the most wonderful toys.
In conclusion, Inga is my #1 bloodthirsty ho!

A wizard, a goddess, a true star. If the straitjacket fits, wear it. Anyone who can conceive of Drunky Typo Land is surely worthy of celebrity status in the social networking multiverse.

Inga is an enormous freak and an essential piece of tribe color, and quite probably a danger to herself and others. Sometimes it brings a tear to my eye.

HAIL INGA!!