Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
Miss Havisham in Great Write Way:
My brain has to attain a certain level of fried-ness over the course of the day - somewhere between "beer battered" and "classic McD's fries"; if I go all the way to "KFC Extra Crunchy", I'm just delusional, not actually creating
Theodesia in dS:
I wonder if CKR sleeps better at night in the unconscous assurance that if something is bothering him, there's a strikeforce of tasteful women (and a few men) who are ready to take out the cause of his annoyance.
A lurking pal of mine, summing up his (bloody accurate) impressions of a certain thread:
I know this might be very bitchy indeed, but when did the Buffistas turn into the student union meeting from Hell?
Suh-nerk!!!
Thread title! Thread title!
Cashmere in Natter:
my boss STILL can't find his ass with both hands. AND, he won't listen to me when I give him directions on how to find it.
SeanK in Bitches:
I feel like I've betrayed my Anarchist upbringing.
My inner radical is lying in a corner, in his dirty Black Flag t-shirt, with his anti-globalization sign, bleeding to death from the dagger of Democracy I stuck in his liver.
It's a poignant COMM:
DX in Sang:
Waking up... Too much partying... Too much alcohol... Stupid sun in eyes...
Lost pronouns and articles somewhere last night. Crawl out of bed and make some coffee. Sit down at desk and notice computer is already on. Penguin must have already gone on-line this morning. Browser window still open, start reading thread. Wow, there sure were a lot of posts in this one. Wonder what's up? Continue reading... And reading... And reading...
Close browser window and shut down machine. Open cabinet door under kitchen sink and coax trembling penguin out from inside. Head across the street to park with bird. Find biggest patch of dandelions available and plop down. Sigh...
scrappy, in Natter:
Matzo is like a saltine without salt. Matzo is an ine.
Madrigal: We had eight kinds of milk, all state mandated, sold for less than a nickel each. I can't think of all the types without resorting to goat or human kindness.