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"?
context is for wussies
erika:
lj is so excited by it, it went down on me.
In Natter,
Phill: Did you know today was National Kick An Old Lady Day? Well, it is cuz I just made it up.
billytea: In that case, I declare tomorrow to be Festoon A Gnome With Bacon Rind Day.
Raquel, in Natter:
Does Hallmark have a greeting card for "I'm sorry your team has choked in the first round of the playoffs like 8 times in a row?" It's not that I know how Game 5 is going to turn out for the A's, but my DH is teetering on the edge of fanrage.
Yay Cubs tho. Wouldn't a Cubs/Red Sox series be weird? Either one team would have to break the curse, or the world will end during the series.
In an editorial aside to the last bit, the last time the Cubbies won the World Series was in the same year that a comet smacked into Tunguska, Siberia. Let the world take note.
shrift in Natter:
Rage, rage against -- nah, rage takes too much effort, dude.
I shall fight the darkening of the light by blinking at it lazily, and then asking it to get me more coffee.
Tep, in Bitches, summarizing her appeal.
It's not my scintillating wit or my physical beauty--it's my inability to be disgusted that keeps them lining up. I am a goddess.