Caroma in Natter:
On freaky door to door people, not of the religious variety
"No thanks, I'm already happy with the braided leather ones, thanks anyway, goodbye!"
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Caroma in Natter:
On freaky door to door people, not of the religious variety
"No thanks, I'm already happy with the braided leather ones, thanks anyway, goodbye!"
Betsy Hanes Perry, in Angel:
Cordy and Angel have about as much chemistry as a left-handed monkey wrench and a clump of slime mold. Even in a fantasy sequence.
billytea, in Natter:
I've never been delayed in traffic by the official business of the US government. I have, however, been caught in a traffic jam, three separate times in two different cities, by the entourage of Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak. He joins the Girl Scouts of America on my list of nemeses.
Meara, could you correct that 'sities/cities' snafu o' mine? Thanks.
Erin, in Spike's Bitches:
usually, I watch the squirrels more than critique hair. But sometimes I talk out loud to the squirrels, which do get me some odd looks from passerby. Esp. things like "Lost your nuts, you furry freak."
Theodosia, in Angel:
The Liberace look is definitely gilding the lily, then dunking it in liquid nitrogen, then Elmer's Glue, then a vat of confetti sparkles.
More from the inimitable billytea, in Natter:
I should also draw attention to the little monument to the Boy Scouts of America, which consists of a woman, a boy scout, and a completely naked man firmly gripping the boy's shoulder from behind. Yes, this is the same Boy Scouts that went to court to prevent gay men from being scout leaders. If you want the job, you better be a fine, upstanding, heterosexual nudist.
Consuela, in Natter:
But I just don't get the whole "my religion comes down from on high and everything in it is imposed by god, while yours was developed by crazed jackals after an all night 'Charmed' orgy."
how could anyone get the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus out of the bible? I mean, der.
Jesse, in Natter
Kat: Northern Virginia is a physical manifestation of Hell. I would say it's where the evil lives, but that doesn't even begin to describe NoVa.
Meara: Heh. I just love the bits that aren't really in NoVa yet, but if you're trying to get from any of the highways to DC or any of the bridges in/out of DC to a different one? And you end up on these unlit little tiny ramp things, where they have tiny tiny signs saying "for this HUGE LIST OF THINGS, stay left!". And 30 feet later "OK, now stay right!". And 50 feet later "Left again, jackass! HAH! MISSED IT!".