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Bitches:
Cheer up, sj babe. People have a way of picking their own hells. Maybe the groom has halitosis and a vestigial penis. A mom with severe mental problems, fun shit like that. Can you believe the greeting card company didn't return my e-mails? I'm shocked.
Matt:As if burgeoning sexuality as a teen weren't traumatic enough without the added issue of premature immolation.
Angus G in Natter.
I become a complete fascist when the subject of coffee comes up.
Calli in Natter, on the joy of chocolate covered coffee beans:
The first time I tried chocolate covered coffee beans I figured they were chocolate covering coffee-flavored centers, not actual coffee beans covered in chocolate. I ate half a bag of them in 15 minutes while watching a Jackie Chan movie. In the front row of the theater. With serious JC fans.
I figure I don't really need to try speed now.
The joys of genre fandom, from Literary:
Nutty: I read the Koontz book about the people in the town disappearing. It was plenty scary -- till you find out that the scary villain is a giant sapient mushroom. After that? You know, I just don't have nightmares about being chased by an evil all-consuming truffle.
Calli: Wasn't that an X-Files episode?
joe boucher: Wasn't she the big bad of S5?
Nutty: Actually, yeah, but that was a giant sapient hallucinatory mushroom.
Raquel:
I plowed through pretty much every Koontz book written up until '91 during one summer of much exercise-biking. I will never ever ever forgive him for using the phrase "his well-oiled piston of lovemaking."
Amych:
Eww, eww, eww! What is wrong with these writers today? Why can't they just speak plainly? Why the need for these euphemisms? What, I ask you, is wrong with just coming out and saying "his throbbing manhood"?