Sean K, in Bitches, and who needs context:
(note to self: whenever you want to kill a conversation, I mean really kill it, talk about putting icky stuff in your goolie.)
(not that you have a goolie - obviously you would be speaking hypothetically.)
(but you know you don't have a goolie, so that last note was redundant.)
(unless you've gone out and gotten yourself a goolie surgically installed since you last read this note, but then you'd still know that you had a goolie, and it would still be redundant.)
(note to self: SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE THEY CALL THE GUYS WITH THE WHITE COATS!)
Damn, Deb, you beat me to it. *grumble*
Lysana, the scary thing is, it isn't a particularly funny conversation. But Sean's part sure is.
in bitches:
Steph L.: Animals, much like babies, bounce back. I stepped on many a cat.
(Kidding on the baby thing. Folks, don't fling a baby againg the wall to see if it'll bounce. Because then you're there all day cleaning and it just sucks.)
Elena and Victor in Quotable (It's comedy gold in there!)
Spaz wins in a landslide.
The George W. Bush story.
Heather Alayne:
I'm just going to suggest it to everyone who says they're going on vacation because one day, some buffista will feel sorry for my lack of Buffistaness and visit.
And then, they'll be so enchanted with the place they'll move here, and then we'll convince others to move here. And then, it'll be all about the Dallasistas F2Fs, and Dallasista movie outings and (since Hayden will be working on getting them to Austin) Dallasista/Austinista road trips.
This will also cause a major upset in the 2004 presidential election when the state of Texas goes to write in candidate Joss Whedon and his VP(henchman) Tim Minear.
That's my dream. Well, that and a bunch of stuff about cigars and tunnels.
in
Bitches,
SA's vicarious glee at ita having snogged some NSync person is overwhelming. (Personally, I remain convinced that the NSync person is the one running around telling all his mates that he met ita! And got to snog her! And she was, like, totally cool, and could have killed him with her pinky finger! etc etc.) And then Billytea cracks me up.
SA: SA is here and is all dying and stuff 'cause THREE DEGREES FROM NSYNC BABY!
Billytea: I'm apparently three degrees from the Crocodile Hunter. Which is about as close as you can get without him trying to haul you up by the legs and pretend you're trying to bite his nose off.
The Empress:!!!!!
Billytea: I believe you misspelled 'Crikey!'.
Discussing the finer points of potato etiquette, in Bitches.
Sean:
I take my fries Dutch every now and then
Meara:
You make them pay for half of themselves?