Allyson, on booking space for the F2F:
I told the hotel you were a rowdy crowd of drunk women who wouldn't deface the hotel in any way, but I do wish I had been able to warn them about singing.
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.
Allyson, on booking space for the F2F:
I told the hotel you were a rowdy crowd of drunk women who wouldn't deface the hotel in any way, but I do wish I had been able to warn them about singing.
COMM-ing for Kat, who lacks bandwidth:
Aimee:Quilters question: If I were to take my quarters to a fabric store, would they use their cutting table for me to make my squares?
erinaceous:Aimee, they will not. And they will be grumpy if you ask them. Because they are horribly underpaid, are mistreated by management, and have not yet recovered from the panic that is Halloween costume season. YFSMV.
Consuela , in UnAmerican (who needs context):
Damn, I missed the rutabaga discussion.
UTTAD: And how to you mock a duck anyway?
Hayden "Go ferson a person!"
Noumenon, in (of all places) Unamerican:
"Quorn" sounds like a meat substitute for corn. For carnivores.
In Unamericans (it's the place to be these days :) ):
Caroma:
My grandpa used to mix his turnips and mashed potatoes. I felt it was an insult to both.
DXMachina:
My mom did that. Still didn't mask the fact that there were frelling turnips in the potatoes.
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In Bitchy fic, PMM writes the one-word drabble:
Spike at the End of the World, the Last Man Standing.
"Bugger."
Angel...
ita analyzes 4.17, Inside Out and decodes the secret to world domination...
I like Connor fucking up too. I imagine if you take an isolated (and alienated) teen and use the word "special" a lot (without referring to the Olympics) and put out?
Anyfucking thing you want? It's yours.
ita's inadvertantly leaking her own future plans again, I see...
The thing is, with that sort of plan, she has a real shot.
Angus in Umamericans:
Remember the ads where someone would take one bite of a Crunchie and suddenly a film of them doing something fun like rollerskating or disco dancing or windsurfing would be superimposed over the space where their t-shirt was? (The implication being that eating a Crunchie transports you mentally to your early 80s leisure activity of choice.)