Plei, in Spoilers (can you tell that's mostly what I read?), whitefont is spoilery for S5 Angel:
(Plants grumpy haggis eating cannon fodder monkey ass down in the "THANK GOODNESS CC IS LEAVING!!!" camp. Also in the CordyNAngle4NEVAH!!!1! camp.)
(My ass is large. It might need a third camp.)
In Bitches:
Erin G: I have friends coming over everyday to feed and shoot the cat, so I don't want the place to be too hard to navigate.
ita: Every day? Their aim must suck.
Cindy, in Angel:
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In Bitches:
Jess PMoon:
Damn those Montgomerys and their penchant for county-founding.
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And the Bitch Husband Show:
Aimee:
It's totally been one of those days. And will continue to be so when I get home. 6 weeks worth of laundry...
Pete:
Blimey. If any of those items are MM's smalls, I fear a strange Cthuthloid underware monster incident.
It's life Jim, but not as we know it.
Elena's Husband:
Nothing worse than getting caught with your tentacles hanging out...
Pete:
Or being caught with a Dagon...
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Elena
in Bitchy Fic:
I was just compounding a dermatological and while I was carefully cleaning the thick, white cream from the shaft and head of the pestle - slowly exposing the hard, gleaming length - I realised that being around you guys has really changed the way I view the world.
billytea in Natter, 'cause context is for wussies:
From this, I think, we learn two things:
1. Red deer have absolutely no conception of foreplay.
2. The Wanking Iguanas would be an excellent name for a rock band.
Really need to grab all the PF COMMs and import them. Good stuff.
(unluckily, as of this moment, PF is down.)
I'm getting into PF okay. I can get the stuff from the COMM thread and repost it here if people want me to. For the time being, though, COMMing directly to here from there:
From Bitches:
ita:
They're stroppy baggage, that's what they are.
smonster:
They're pusillinamous anachronisms.