IN Buffy:

Alibelle: Ok. Question: Vampires eat people. People eat meat. If a person has sex with a bull, for example, it would be bestiality. Does the same rule apply to human sex for a vampire?

Burrell: I'm getting a little worried about you, Alibelle. I don't think the fact that we eat meat is reason why sex with a bull is considered bestiality. It's considered bestiality because it's a bull. As in beast, not human. I't not like it's considered normal for a vegetarian to have sex with a bull, is it?

Allyson: There's nothing sexy about fucking steak.

Burrell: I bet there's a kink out there for it. I'll just go check my handy dandy fetish map.

I just got spam.

It was entirely in Italian.

I'm now concerned that I'm on a Sicilian Mafia mail-list and I'm starting to think I'd better not hit "unsubscribe".

MM

And billytea in response:

Much of my spam arrives in a language with which I am unfamiliar, which seems to have roughly eleven different expressions for 'barely legal' but none for 'please remove me from your mailing list'.

re: Tropical Storm Isidore

deborah grabien: Looks like a tropical depression with an attitude, ita.

ita: That used to be me.

flea:

An old roommate of mine named her car after me. It was a brown Lincoln town car, or something equally hello? You think I am a brown schmoozemobile?

Jilli:

My first name is from Stranger in a Strange Land. My late teen years were spent shouting at geeky boys "You do NOT grok me! And NO, I will NOT share water with you! Go away!"

(Edited 'cos I'm spacey and forgot "u" wasn't a quick-edit option.)

Randomly, I buy Dawn washing up liquid because it's the only detergent named after a Buffy character.

I imagine it saying "get out, get out GET OUT!" to the bacon fat on my plates...

JohnH, large with the funny.

I'm slashdamaged now so when the portentous v.o. says: "Two men in love... [long pause] with the same woman" I just presume they're angling for the slash.

Hec in Natter. (Slashdamaged people are dangerous. They know they can contrive.)

Steph L.: I'm gonna haunt Elena.

Elena: Please, like you don't already. {cues soft music and vaseline lens; walks along deserted beach, longing and loss expressed in my sea-blue-green eyes and perfect rosebud mouth, long silken hair tossed by the cruel wind, salt spray disguising tears}

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Am I the only one who thinks fancy pants blow job every time I read the name Tony Head? -- Burrell

?: I'm gonna haunt Elena.

The question mark is me.