Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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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.


NoiseDesign - Mar 08, 2005 11:13:36 am PST #5168 of 10002
Our wings are not tired

Is that like a line dance?


§ ita § - Mar 08, 2005 11:14:03 am PST #5169 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

But with more genitalia.


aurelia - Mar 08, 2005 11:14:54 am PST #5170 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

If the parking spot is already taken I'm gonna have to pass. Sorry.


Aims - Mar 08, 2005 11:14:56 am PST #5171 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

On AFV last week, there was a video of two women, doing a line dance with a camel. The host called it "The Camel Toe Two Step". Joe and I died laughing.


tommyrot - Mar 08, 2005 11:15:46 am PST #5172 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

If the parking spot is already taken I'm gonna have to pass. Sorry.

Well there's an option of a second parking space.

OK, now I see the downside to owning three cars....


Kalshane - Mar 08, 2005 11:18:32 am PST #5173 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why? Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.

Okay, normally when the thread has exploded between checks it means puns. I wasn't prepared for show tunes.

Yay, Lee.

The host called it "The Camel Toe Two Step". Joe and I died laughing.

Elsewhere a network censor had an anuerism.


Aims - Mar 08, 2005 11:19:46 am PST #5174 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I wasn't prepared for show tunes.

He had it comin'. He only had himself to blame.


aurelia - Mar 08, 2005 11:20:00 am PST #5175 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

And Aimee snuck in some Tell Me On A Sunday lyrics.


tommyrot - Mar 08, 2005 11:20:31 am PST #5176 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Once I saw a band named Camel Toe. It was at a small club, and at one point they took a break and baked pork and beans for everyone.

So now my brain has an unfortunate camel-toe/pork-and-beans association.


§ ita § - Mar 08, 2005 11:20:34 am PST #5177 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

You'd think I'd have enough sense to stay out of work feuds, wouldn't you?

I hope this ends well.