Damn, any time anyone calls me a sex-god, all the women do is giggle...
le sigh.
DX, on information and belief, I didn't think you were a lightning-fast superman of instant sexual gratification. But I may be wrong.
Oh my god. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!? Oh right, that would be me. Back to work.
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
Coffee On My Monitor
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.
bon bon - May 13, 2003 7:49:29 pm PDT #3492 of 10000
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Lady O' Spain - May 13, 2003 7:55:34 pm PDT #3493 of 10000
Red hair and black leather--my favorite color scheme.
yay!
and I didn't need wit or cleverness, just crappy hearing
Trudy Booth - May 13, 2003 8:04:55 pm PDT #3494 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Steph L: That music is manipulative! Damn it!
DXMachina - May 13, 2003 8:40:34 pm PDT #3495 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
le sigh.
Shawn, I knew what you meant. I was self-deprecating. Sorry.
Susan W. - May 13, 2003 11:37:46 pm PDT #3496 of 10000
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
ZeusGirl, in a spoilery recap of tonight's Buffy:
"Where was I? Oh, yes, Spike, you are my everything. I love you more than . . . wait, Spike, hold that pose. Hi, Angel. Oh, yes, Angel, you are my everything. I love you more than . . ."
plasmo - May 14, 2003 12:35:06 am PDT #3497 of 10000
{[-_-]}
Angus G in Movies:
A biscotti maker? Isn't that called an oven?
Nilly - May 14, 2003 5:39:43 am PDT #3498 of 10000
Swouncing
Hec in Natter:
From the curious inner workings of Emmett's brain...
Emmett: I wish I could morph.
Me: Like...change shape?
Emmett: Yeah, I'd morph into a pumpkin pie. Then I'd eat myself. Then I'd vomit myself back.
Me: <spends exactly one whole second trying to apply logic to that scenario and abandons it as fruitless> Hmm.
Calli - May 14, 2003 7:16:25 am PDT #3499 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Trudy Booth -
It's like sculpting with stone as opposed to clay. I just chip away the parts that aren't the porn.
smonster - May 14, 2003 2:17:42 pm PDT #3500 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Natter natter, yo.
Ellen:
I keep imagining Betsy in that scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail where the penitents chant "Deus etc. etc." and then thwap themselves on the forehead with their boards, except the board is a Thinkpad with google news up on it.
Betsy HP:
My God! She's got a Webcam!
Ellen:
Nope. Only audio.
Betsy HP - May 14, 2003 9:11:08 pm PDT #3501 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
Susan W: Any sentence that starts out with "The Texas Rangers entered a neonatal unit" should finish with a heartwarming tale of baseball players encouraging people during a tough time, not with law enforcement trying to track down representatives with dissenting views.
billytea: I have to be honest; any sentence that begins with "The Texas Rangers entered a neonatal unit" has already pretty much exceeded my sentential expectations.