Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...

'Shindig'


Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People  

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.

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P.M. Marc - Nov 14, 2006 7:25:09 am PST #10001 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

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Matt the Bruins fan "Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial" Nov 14, 2006 9:23:50 am PST


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