Happy Robin day.
Wash: Don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character. Ask anyone. You're acting captain. Know what happens you fall asleep now? Zoe: Jayne slits my throat, and takes over. Wash: That's right. Zoe: And we can't stop it.
'Shindig'
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
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.
Typo Boy - Aug 06, 2005 1:52:49 pm PDT #6304 of 10002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
erikaj - Aug 06, 2005 1:56:29 pm PDT #6305 of 10002
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Where did I get the idea I was late? Craniorectal inversion, maybe.
DXMachina - Aug 06, 2005 1:57:43 pm PDT #6306 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Happy Scrappy Day!
Tom Scola - Aug 06, 2005 2:14:52 pm PDT #6307 of 10002
hwæt
Happy Birthday Robin!
Lee - Aug 06, 2005 2:21:03 pm PDT #6308 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My face hurts, and I don't have any more advil in the house. I guess it might be a vicadin day.
Jesse - Aug 06, 2005 2:26:22 pm PDT #6309 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Happy birthday, Robin!!
Killing pain = good, Perkins.
Lee - Aug 06, 2005 2:27:42 pm PDT #6310 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Is it still melty hot there, Jesse, or have things cooled down?
Jesse - Aug 06, 2005 2:28:11 pm PDT #6311 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Things have cooled down to perfect. It's 80 right now, apparently.
Scrappy - Aug 06, 2005 2:28:12 pm PDT #6312 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Thanks, Buffistas!
Lee - Aug 06, 2005 2:32:05 pm PDT #6313 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That's good, Jesse.