Ellen S, in Natter:
There a town called "Dream Lover" off the Pennsylvania Turnpike going west. I always wanted to get off, but it said no reentry. To much commitment for me.
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Ellen S, in Natter:
There a town called "Dream Lover" off the Pennsylvania Turnpike going west. I always wanted to get off, but it said no reentry. To much commitment for me.
Steph in Natter:
And yet it sparked scores of vacation promotional slogans from us: Come vacation in Mianus! Mianus is lovely this time of year! So many people have visited Mianus -- why haven't you? etc.
Nutty, in Literary:
Tim Minear -- born too late for the Empire of Tenochtitlan.
Beverly: Horneytown. IJS. Actually, it's no longer an official town, even unincorporated. It's just a crossroads now. But it used to be a town!
High Plains Grifter: And with Bob Dole's little blue pills, it could be a town again!
[AND I get a slut!]
Billytea, traversing a rough spot with trademark humor and class.
we won Pictionary quite handily; I'm thinking of suggesting we conduct our counselling through hastily drawn cartoons.
Holli, in Literary
I can vaguely recall a YA book about a blind girl whose seeing-eye dog gets sick and dies, thus combining the sick-kid and dead-dog genres in one triumphant stroke.
Katerina in Literary -
I laughed until I cried, even though I was in a doctor's waiting room and getting the stinkeye from the teenage receptionist. I don't think she'd ever seen someone read for fun before, poor thing.
I must admit, the term "stinkeye" makes me laugh on site.
Allyson in Angel:
Do I LOOK like an insider? People on the inside are coated in a gelatinous goo and glow like Britney Spears.
Ellen, about sugar-tits:
Really, having been partially weened on butter and sugar, I'm not sure how I can be held accountable for my present eating habits.
Allyson debunks evolution in Natter:
There was a crane that laid eggs in a high altitude, "where predators can't get them." I scritched my head in confusion. There's this wealth of tasty birdies, and nothing around to eat them? Why do they not have cable television and hair styling products and repressed memory therapy if they've reached this level of un-eatable?