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Oooh! Me? Blimey. Just skipping over from
Angel
to deposit
Matt's
giggle-inducing take on the nature/nurture debate:
I figure Connor would take after whoever spent the most time with him. That being Holtz, his dominant personality characteristics seem to be cold hatred and holding on to pain, but it could have been showtunes appreciation and a flair for glossy fabrics if things had worked out differently.
Betsy Hanes Perry:
I once cast textbooks on a fire and danced widdershins about it with some friends, but that was a strictly private event.
Betsy has the most fascinating book disposal processes.
Trudy to
Elena
in
Bitches:
We mix and mingle here in the land of the free and the home of the brave. Go eat some moose cock and leave me alone.
Context? We don't need no stinking context!
In NATTER:
Betsy:
Meanwhile, the iron chefs are coping with live octopus, one of which was trying to clim out of the pot.
billytea -
"Meanwhile, the iron chefs are coping with live octopus, one of which was trying to clim out of the pot."
I'm rooting for the octopus.
Betsy:
Too late. Another one just got pounded to death with a daikon. Vegetable snuff porn!
billytea :
"Too late. Another one just got pounded to death with a daikon."
They had daikons? So much for Queensberry Rules. (Though now I read again, I note that you don't actually specify whether it was cepholopod or chef on the receiving end... I rather like the idea of a multi-tentacled McGyver, fighting his way to freedom with whatever he finds seasoning the pot with him.)
And, rounding out the octopus saga:
Cindy:
Off the subject, but still on food - does anyone have a good Blueberry muffin recipe?
Billytea:
That depends. Are you averse to octopus?
[edited attribution]
'twasn't me asking. I was the one suggesting good old midwestern down-home Jiffy box mixes.
Victor in Angel (whitefonted):
WB: Joss, I'm sorry. This part has to be toned down.
Joss: You never let us have oral sex. UPN let's us have oral sex.
WB: Well, okay. Maybe this once.