ita:
We're all fragile. Even the dinosaurs bit it.
What can you be inbetween your beginning and your end, is the question.
Giles ,'Selfless'
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We're all fragile. Even the dinosaurs bit it.
What can you be inbetween your beginning and your end, is the question.
Nutty - Firefly Spoilers - "Tim's presence in the spoiler thread means we'll either get some reasonably reliable gossip, or the entire universe will divide by zero and implode."
(He showed up, and said something, and then deleted it, so you aren't missing anything, spoiler virgins.)
Steph, Natter:
Satin Rooooolz!
Errrr...sorry, sorry. Typo.
Satan rules.
The ever-prolific Emily in Natter:
AAAARRRRRGH. Fuck fuck fuck how fucking hard is this, you motherfucking pieces of goddamn shit-eating monkey-brain-pan-fucking goat-turd-eaters? Your ancestors stole pap from baby's mouths to line their dens and your graves will sprout foul-smelling fungus!
Anne W. in Literary:
There's a new book I need to order: "How to stab people named billytea and nick their VCRs."
billytea's response:
I think I have that book, only I got the second edition with "...and assume their identities" at the end. It sits on my bookshelf next to "Everything I need to know I learned by killing smart people and eating their brains".
If you're gonna go to jail, have enough cigarettes with you when you get arrested. That's all the advice I have.
-- Michele T (re: civil disobedience, dears)
Somebody'll have to remind me of the pitcher on this one:
Edit: Erika I knew Nom was a guy cause he sent me mail with a Really Male real life name.
Noumenon
Oh, Testy McTosterone the Penile Pamperer? That's my work address. They make us use our stage names.
billytea in Natter:
Matt, you know those new IKEA ads? Yeah. He’s talking to you. That’s right, just you. Even Swedes think you're crazy. People who ferment herring doubt your sanity.
Shawn, that first part was me(I?)
Me - in the sense of not me at all, but rather you. But not I. Oh no. Not I.