Simon ,'Objects In Space'
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Dating habits discussed in Bitches (spoilery for Buffy):
Rio: Also: Heather is dating the FE?
BHP: I have that reaction, too, but I believe that's her Favorite Ex.
connie neil: Well, you know, the First Evil, he never calls, he never writes, he never picks up the bill--oh, he can't.
Phill, in Natter 7:
My GF's phone here in Seattle is one digit away from Homier Distributing in Little Rock. Makes for many "fun" 5AM cals.
Me Groggily Picking Up Phone: H'llo?
Brain Dead Hick: Hah, ah'm tryin' ta re-aych Sonya at Homier Distributin' an' ah...
Me: You've got the wrong number. This is Seattle and very early in the morni...
BDH: Um, this is th' number ah was given.
Me: Oh, in that case Homier Distrbituing, can I help you?
BDH: Um...
Me: I'll transfer you to Sonya, hang on...
Hangs up.
erinaceous: A guy I knew in high school told me once "You know the guys call you a nympho, right?"
Worst.Pickup.Line.Ever.
The ita/Burrell comedy team strikes again:
ita: I'm shacking up with Matt Damon right now.
Burrell: So how's Ben taking it?
Go ahead, say, "Like a man." You know you want to.
I'm not even going to try contextualizing this:
Steph: How does one shuck a clam?
Aimee:Pry the shell open and yank out the meat.
ita:"Shuck a clam", Aimée, not "seduce a geek".
Phill, in Natter 7:
The civilized way to shuck a clam is to enter into a psychic duel with the tawny mollusk on the seventh plain of dremes. You must confront the clam with his greatest terror and while it gazes into the abyss of its own slimy mortality, hit it with a hammer while giggling.
I am the one-woman Phill-Comm MACHINE today.
erinaceous:
Andre Braugher is so intense he makes staring directly into the sun seem tame and pale in comparison.
First time posting in COMM. Hope I do this right.
In Firefly:
Jesse: But lord knows I'm no TV exec.
Epic Tangent: You can tell by the good sense.
(edited to look like Theo's)
Theodosia:
My mother wasn't much for casseroles. We were a Kraft Macaroni & Cheese family, and she usually managed to make it so that half the noodles were bare and the other half were encrusted with orange mix. This woman was a full-time housewife, too... just not a very good one. She didn't even have the excuse of a secret drinking problem or anything.
Brenda M:
Heh. Bill Clinton's church was next door to my apartment. Walking by on a Sunday morning, you'd think it was Our Lady of Blessed Law Enforcement, from all the unmarkeds and shaded-glass SUVs parked outside.