Jilli in Natter:
There is never a fear of running out of glue gun sticks at the House of Reason. Or glitter or black feathers for that matter, but those just don't say "robotic Army of the Undead" somehow.
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
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Jilli in Natter:
There is never a fear of running out of glue gun sticks at the House of Reason. Or glitter or black feathers for that matter, but those just don't say "robotic Army of the Undead" somehow.
John H. explaining the wonders of technology:
Plus the extension on some servers is different to others, like .php or .php3.
Not ever ".pho" though, which I just typed. That's the extension for Vietnamese Noodle Soup.
DX, in Natter--
One of the items in my gold box today was:
7' Concrete Vibrator with 1-1/16" Head
and my first thought was this was what the BOC uses on those lonely nights when Spike isn't around.
7' Concrete Vibrator with 1-1/16" Head
Heh. I actually got to use this on the job when I did construction work. Well, it wasn't 7' - it was more like 4 or 5.
Pmoon in Bitches, on the wonders of Internet shopping:
And, okay, my Amazon search for "kinky sex" turned up this:
See "kinky sex" on Page 14 of Boltz Steel Furniture-Steel Style - 2002 mail- order catalog -- Steel Furniture
[There wasn't any, btw.]
Thessaly in Natter:
Yoga is a Goodness ™ Now, instead of wanting to torture insurance agents to a slow, bleeding demise, I want to kill them quickly for the Good of Mankind.
Namaste, motherfucker. :)
Discussions of music in Natter:
Betsy:"There are precisely eleven of those songs for which I can call up a snatch of the tune."
Hec: "Did you count "Pussy Control"?
Heh. Snatch. Pussy. Heh.
BHP: You know that "dance like nobody's watching" thing? I can't do it.
Holli: I can! Of course, then everyone starts trying to keep me from swallowing my tongue. I have fun anyway.
Burrell:
I am suddenly the Queen of Queasy. What is that about? And, more importantly, when will my reign end?