ted r - in NAFDA Buffy 1, non-spoilery...unfortunately.

"open-nipple thong bikinis, thigh-high leather boots, spiked collars and whips"

For the record, I was just making a joke, and I have never actually imagined any cast member of Buffy or Angel in an outfit like that.

Except for Oz.

JZ in natter. Context is superfluous:

Every time you skip and skim, Jesus eats a clown.

Erin:

When I was a little girl I wanted to be Indiana Jones. In a tiara. And have a secret life as a queen.

Now I realize that when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a gay archaeologist.

Jacquline in Natter:

Damn. Now all the baby talk has reminded me of a lethal cuteness bomb I saw this morning in the elevator. Filipina-American, tiny tiny tiny, with a growing-out bob, wearing her mother's big flannel coat with the sleeves wrapped all the way around her and a teddy bear tucked into the sleeviness somewhere, those sneakers with the little red lights that light up when you step down hard, a knit cap that said DR. PEPPER. She wanted to press the elevator buttons, and she kept bouncing up and down and making her shoes twinkle. She was so cute that my ovaries actually leapt out my throat, wrapped their little arms around my neck, and started banging my head against the wall, screaming in their little ovarian voices, "Breed, you silly fuck! BREED!"

Well, not actually, but it felt that way.

Erikaj in Literary:

mmm, a refractory period is time between sex encounters right? Cause I'm thinking my second guess "being able to go a long time without eating" might make him less than a fantasy guy.

Thanks Fay.

And I doubt there'd be as much fuel for the occasional blisteringly-funny MM rants in Switzerland.

You may be right on that. How much ire can I draw up over hot-chocolate, cuckoo clocks and multi-purpose knives?

"This cocoa is...is really. Damn. Well, it's...hot. Shit. I'm goin' someplace I hate, I'll be happier."

The dichotomy of snark.

Suela and MM, in Natter. Catching up is fun!

MM and Aimée funny.

MM: Today feels like one of those days when you want dancing weasels around.

Just to cut the tension, you know? Things get too deep, people start crying you can always point and say "Look! Dancing weasels! On ice!"

I think it would be better than psychotherapy.

Aimee: Can we have a weasel?

MM: I'll think about it.

Aimee: How about a camel?

MM: No.

Aimee: A dromedary?

MM: No.

Aimee: Why not?

MM: Because it's a fucking camel. 

connie neil, proving why some people may think she is the evillest Buffista, in Angel:

People have their limits. If her cage had full toilet facilities, then a little between the bars snarking with a hot guy is not necessarily a bad thing.

meara in Natter:

Meanwhile, catchup! BBwawhahahah! now what you have enshrined me as a verb, I cannot stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!