Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.

'Underneath'


Natter .38 Special  

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.


P.M. Marc - Aug 21, 2005 6:00:25 pm PDT #8 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Mmm.

I'm going to eat pork chops soon. And corn.

And there's a new thread. Hmm.

But not enough cake.


billytea - Aug 21, 2005 6:00:36 pm PDT #9 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Nice. Of course, you realise that this thread has blood on its hands.


Betsy HP - Aug 21, 2005 6:01:11 pm PDT #10 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Who shot the old thread? I don't know.


brenda m - Aug 21, 2005 6:02:02 pm PDT #11 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I still have no cake.


JenP - Aug 21, 2005 6:02:07 pm PDT #12 of 10002

Nice. Of course, you realise that this thread has blood on its hands.

Hey, you helped.


Jessica - Aug 21, 2005 6:04:16 pm PDT #13 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

For Natter

And more


Jesse - Aug 21, 2005 6:04:49 pm PDT #14 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Damn, you people are crazy.

I had birthday cake today and it was YUM. And no dinner.

Oh, and Kat: THX!!


Lee - Aug 21, 2005 6:07:44 pm PDT #15 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I want that cake, Jess.


bon bon - Aug 21, 2005 6:08:19 pm PDT #16 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I had a two-hour nap and no dinner!


Lee - Aug 21, 2005 6:08:43 pm PDT #17 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I got nines so EAT IT!

KAT IS MEAN!