Barbara (head of the opposing mob): "Come on, Joyce. We take Camilla down, and you get your freedom and Jeremy keeps his kneecaps."
Mal: Okay. She won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon. But she is solid. Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die. Zoe: 'Cause it's a deathtrap.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Connie Neil - Mar 22, 2006 7:59:46 pm PST #4935 of 10001
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Cass - Mar 22, 2006 8:08:12 pm PST #4936 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Fear me!
I might have finally got the Replay to play with the cable box. If I am right, undead tv viewing can ensue.
Trudy Booth - Mar 22, 2006 8:14:16 pm PST #4937 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Fear me!
t climbs over couch and two or three 'ffistas
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Mar 22, 2006 8:15:21 pm PST #4938 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
There are many good B words. Binturong. Boa. Bilby. Balustrade. (It's fun to say, try it!) Oh, and Wallybee! (What? There's a B in it.)
Howabout Bow-chika-bow-wow?
No? Too classy?
billytea - Mar 22, 2006 8:24:45 pm PST #4939 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Howabout Bow-chika-bow-wow?
I know it's your birthday and all, but I'm afraid I just don't swing that way.
Cass - Mar 22, 2006 8:25:49 pm PST #4940 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Happy Birthday, Pete!
Which was just a birthday greeting, not an offer of anything too personally happy or anything. Damn that billytea for making stuff seem dirty.
P.M. Marc - Mar 22, 2006 8:27:25 pm PST #4941 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Plei, I went to Washington yesterday, or maybe Sunday, just because I could. The signs telling me how close Seattle was were tempting... Very tempting.
Hee! We mentioned your closeness to us at dinner tonight!
Damn. I can't stop thinking of The Boy (tee em) as the Bumfriend. Which is sad.
Screw it. Imma gonna start calling him Nightwing in my mind.
Trudy Booth - Mar 22, 2006 8:28:33 pm PST #4942 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Damn that billytea for making stuff seem dirty.
Bit of a porny pants himself, isn't he?
billytea - Mar 22, 2006 8:39:33 pm PST #4943 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Hee! We mentioned your closeness to us at dinner tonight!
Was it "Is that Cass watching us from behind that tree?"
Damn that billytea for making stuff seem dirty.
I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. I simply point out the porniness to which everyone else seems subject. Maybe it just seems dirtier next to me by comparison.
Damn. I can't stop thinking of The Boy (tee em) as the Bumfriend. Which is sad.
I think it's fantastic. If Teacup Guy felt freaked out by having Buffistas shouting greetings over the phone, imagine how this one'll react.
Screw it. Imma gonna start calling him Nightwing in my mind.
Now I'm a few short steps away from calling him Nightarse.
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Mar 22, 2006 8:40:20 pm PST #4944 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Damn. I can't stop thinking of The Boy (tee em) as the Bumfriend. Which is sad.
Which brings to mind a none too flattering phrase from the UK that I haven't heard in many a year: Bum-Chum.