Phill, maintaining the world's greatest post-to-COMM ratio:
Me? Dis ass? Never, sir. Why the very idea...pish twaddle, sir. I'm sure your wife's ass is so perfectly round that one could use it to calibrate radio telescopes. It's sooo high, haughty and proud, it would be cast in the starring role in the sistah SoulJah biopic. This ass is soooo sublime that in a recent episode of "In Search Of...", Leonard Nemoy posited that it was the work of ancient astronaughts.
meara and billytea in Bitches:
Meara-I'm a packrat, it had to be somewhere...)
billytea- Sure, but if this were true, your first thought would always have to be "I wonder if I tucked into one of my cheeks?"
Me in COMM- Hee-2000 bay-bee!
(A Space Odessy!)
Erinaceous:
I think being a hooker would be like having a series of really excruciatingly bad blind dates that HAD to end in sex.
In
Firefly:
Tim Minear:
p.m. -- a 40 minute version was never much with the sense-making. We might have just put bags over the critics heads and spun them in circles while it ran.
PM Marcontell:
That's actually a reality show I might watch...
Allibelle:
Oh, hello, was this a parade? Nice to meet you. My name's Rain.
I realize I'm a busy girl tonight-- but I've been away and y'alls funny
Trudy Booth:
The thought of contractions freaks. me. out.
Deena:
Why, Trudy?
It's, at this early stage, much like PMS cramping, but rhythmic. At present they're mostly focused on the front, which is part of why I think they'll go away. Real contractions, for me, usually start at my lower back and ripple forward.
Heather Alayne:
Ok. It may be time for bed. For a good half a minute I was wondering why words like, don't, can't, I'd, and haven't, were freaking Trudy out.
Deena:
Funny Heather. Maybe it's the scotch?
Heather Alayne:
I've only had a glass and a half. Sorry Trudy, I have only had a glass and a half.
Apparently, labor stories can be funny, when Buffistas tell them:
Cindy: Deena can probably back me up here, by the time the baby is ready to come, you really don't care if Koko the gorilla delivers it.
Deena: When Nick was born and I finally figured out the whole pushing thing, they still had separate labor/delivery rooms, so I finally figure it out and start pushing in the labor room. The doctor tells me to quit while they move me to delivery. I tell him, "I CAN'T!" and he says, "Okay, never mind." and then he runs BACKWARDS, in front of the gurney, between my legs, hands out like he's about to receive a football pass, from the labor room to the delivery room.
Nick was born about 5 minutes later. I was expecting a girl. We argued for at least 5 minutes about the baby's sex until the nurse pointed out that if he showed me I'd stop arguing about it.