'Jaynestown'
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
(Might want to italicise that last word for clarity, as it was in sumi's post.)
shrift:
Michael Rosenbaum has a very, very dangerous power, and it's unfortunate that he's usually the shining cocksickle beacon of all that's good and sexy in a steaming pile of crapulence.
Victor:
I can't believe we're trying to attribute any logic or depth to the dating habits of teenage boys.
In Natter 4 - context - complaints about giving medical history over phone in order to book a doctor's appointment (and I'm only COMMing my own post for context)
According to dh, going through this process in cubicle-ville is why he hasn't yet booked the vasectomy that he had the pre-surgical check up for, over 2 years ago. I'm dubious. However, he is more committed to the "no more spawn" partly line than I am.
Heather Alayne...
Is there anyway to get rid of the fuzzy balls on a fuzzy sweater without a sweater shaver?
Betsy Hanes Perry
< avoiding tasteless sweater vasectomy joke >
Shrift:
I'm happily stuck in the glam rock era of glitter, when glam was glam and men were space aliens and going down on your guitarist on stage really meant something!
erikaj:
Phoenix is relatively easy to get out of (if you are not me, that is). Maybe that is some reflection of how much people want to leave a one- Buffista town.
[very slightly edited for typo]
Shrift, skilfully context-pruned to avoid libel:
thus there was no lizardy fun of the cherry-popping kind, and if anyone tells me there was, I shall run away from you shrieking only to return momentarily with my eardrums pierced and prepared to kill you with a very large gun.
BHP, in Literary:
Nabokov is as precious as a thing that is twee. Nabokov is as manly as a Fabergé dildo encrusted with moonstones.
So much funnier out of context...
Scrappy in Natter:
In that case I choose Ashcroft and do my best to fuck him to death...for the good of my country.
M. Costello:
I think I'm going to screw the dress code this year and finally wear the purple velvet pants. I mean, yeah, they'll consider it an abomination, but this year I'm still the one who doesn't have any arrests nor has been named in any restraining orders.