We're in the pipe, five by five.
You know, my big sister could really beat the crap out of her. I mean, really really.
Dawn ,'Storyteller'
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reequeen - Mar 23, 2005 12:04:55 pm PST #944 of 10002
"It's got to be the hair, Cotton. It's beautiful! Feathered and lethal. You just don't see it nowadays." Pepper Brooks - Dodgeball
Kathy A - Mar 23, 2005 12:11:09 pm PST #945 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
I'm an asshole...with an UZI!
§ ita § - Mar 23, 2005 12:12:33 pm PST #946 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You can be my wingman any time
Kathy A - Mar 23, 2005 12:17:24 pm PST #947 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Well, most of my friends who have inferiority complexes are absolutely right. They're NOT as good as everybody else!
Lyra Jane - Mar 23, 2005 12:21:11 pm PST #948 of 10002
Up with the sun
We're going to play a game. It's called, "Is there a God?"
What is this? Someone posted it earlier, and Google gives me no love.
Also...
I must remember this feeling and use it in my acting!
Sean K - Mar 23, 2005 12:21:16 pm PST #949 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Aristotle was not Belgian, the central principle of Buddhism is not "every man for himself", and the London Underground is not a political movement. Those are all mistakes, Otto. I looked them up.
Kathy A - Mar 23, 2005 12:23:57 pm PST #950 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
What is this? Someone posted it earlier, and Google gives me no love.
Wednesday, in the first Addams Family movie.
§ ita § - Mar 23, 2005 12:24:12 pm PST #951 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I love my dead gay son!
reequeen - Mar 23, 2005 12:25:33 pm PST #952 of 10002
"It's got to be the hair, Cotton. It's beautiful! Feathered and lethal. You just don't see it nowadays." Pepper Brooks - Dodgeball
I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't enjoy hurting anybody. I don't like guns or bombs or electric chairs, but sometimes people just won't listen and so I have to use persuasion, and slides. My parents, Sharon and Dave. Generous, doting, or were they? All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty pink tutu. My birthday, I was 10 and do you know what they got me? Malibu Barbie. That's not what I wanted, that's not who I was. I was a ballerina. Graceful. Delicate. They had to go. My first husband, the heart surgeon. All day long, coronaries, transplants. "Sorry about dinner, Deb, the Pope has a cold." Husband number 2: the senator. He loved his state. He loved his country. Sorry Debbie. No Mercedes this year. We have to set an example." Oh yeah. Set this! My latest husband. My late, late husband Fester, and his adorable family. You took me in. You accepted me. But did any of you love me? I mean, really love me? So I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and ache... and shop? Don't I deserve love... and jewelry? Good-bye everybody. Wish me luck.
Aims - Mar 23, 2005 12:38:26 pm PST #953 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
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