billytea, contemplating the season:

Oh dear. One of my Christmas pressies is a Hollies greatest hits collection. I'm listening to it right now, and they just played a song called "I Can't Tell The Bottom From The Top". Thanks entirely to the influence of this board, I find myself unable to take the title at face value.

And a very FayJay Christmas:

FayJay: Also, LittleSisterJay sent miscellaneous nice bits & pieces from China, my favourite of which was arguably the bottle of moisturiser called Sod Milk. Sent, presumably, because she knew one of us would find it amusing. My mother and I laughed like drains. "How do you milk a sod?" she asked, to which I was obliged to reply that I had an anecdote about that from last New Year's Eve, but wasn't drunk enough to share it.

Am-Chau: Snerk! It may be that we should ship Sod Milk from the Buffista store, such are the porny possiblities of this thing.

What does it say on the label? "Can be rubbed into sensitive skin. No animals were harmed in the making of this product, though some evolved apes may have had fun*. Not for use by under 18s."

And by fun, we mean...

FayJay:

No, the label says:

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DX, in LotR:

Frodo the Ring Bearer , Season Six Finale:

Frodo: You can't stop this.

Sam: Yeah, I get that. It's just - where else am I going to go? You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end - where else would I want to be?

Frodo: Is this the master plan? You're going to stop me by telling me you love me?

Sam: Well, I was going to walk you off the cliff into Mt. Doom and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kinda cartoony.

Frodo: Still making jokes.

Sam: I'm not joking. I know you're in pain. I can't imagine the pain you're in. I know you're about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid and hey, still want to hang. You're Frodo.

Frodo: Don't call me th-

Sam: First day of hobbit school you cried 'cause you broke the yellow carrot and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far, ruling the world, not a terrific notion but the thing is, yeah. I love you. I loved carrot-breaky Frodo and I love scary wraithy Frodo. So if I'm going out, it's here. You wanna rule the world you start with me. I've earned that.

Frodo: You think I won't?

Sam: It doesn't matter. I'll still love you.

I think I broke something

DX, this still makes me cry. I know it's funny, but it breaks my heart.

Aw, {{{Fay}}}

I think Fay gets to keep Sam.

In Bureaucracy:

PMM: I say we do as the Jockey Club and disallow names which are too close to names of Famous Horses to be used. (Which is why you won't see any Seebiskits or Secretaryuts around, FWIW.)

Betsy: Okay, but if we start breeding Buffistas for speed, I'm outta here.

Connie N:

I'm going home now to check my computer for porn. And if there isn't any, I'm going to be pissed.

Fay "The Redoubtable" Jay:

Saw TTT with my parents (for whom, were any of you in the Wakefield Cineworld Screen 6 this evening, I must apologise - they don't go to the cinema very often. They haven't mastered that whole not-talking thing yet, although they tried very hard. They were most successful during the periods when they were asleep. As I love them even more than I love all of Joss Whedon's and Peter Jackson's past, present and future output, I did not kill them. Although I shushed my mother ferociously when she tried to say something to me within five minutes of the beginning, and thereafter any asides were very quiet and to my father. Still. Grr argh)