Like Xander, I realize that I also love Crayon-Breaky Willow and Scary Veiny Willow. It's Baby-Talking to my Girlfriend Willow, Sobbing in the Aftermath of Oz Leaving Willow and Superiority Complex Willow that I wasn't thrilled with.
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Buffy ,'Chosen'
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Like Xander, I realize that I also love Crayon-Breaky Willow and Scary Veiny Willow. It's Baby-Talking to my Girlfriend Willow, Sobbing in the Aftermath of Oz Leaving Willow and Superiority Complex Willow that I wasn't thrilled with.
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PMM:
I'm sooo lame I'm gold and sparkley.
EvilJimi's Tag:
Buffy Year One: In the season premiere, entitled 'Shits and Giggles', Buffy spends her first day at Kindergarten finger-painting, chucking up her Cow and Gate and battling a demon who has stolen the other toddlers ability to sleep during naptime.
I heard VHS took off because Sony refused to put any porn out on Betamax. Which, frankly, is a more compelling reason to go VHS.
Hec, getting to the heart of the matter.
Hec, getting to the heart of the matter.
Or rather, the groin.
Daniel ... my tagline comes from [link]
Warning: do not visit Tachyon-TV if you've had your funny-bone amputated. :)
John H in Previously:
Or, indeed, "Waiting for Kodiak", Samuel Beckett's little-known Canadian play about two Canadian fur-trappers, (Vladimir and Estrogen), who futz about for two hours on stage and are then eaten by a bear.
I haven't been this foulmouthed since sixth grade, and back then I had philosophical and political objections to using the word "bitch".
RL, overcoming her sixth-grade scruples in Bitches.
I haven't been this foulmouthed since sixth grade, and back then I had philosophical and political objections to using the word "bitch".
I had religious objections to swearing until at least my early twenties. Still tend to self-censor most swearing out of my vocabulary. The exceptions are what I call the three Bs: bloody, bastard and bugger. Because really, they're just so much fun to say.
I'm kind of desultorily reading Natter:
Min:
Alibelle, marry me? You have a perfect number, our IDs combined make another perfect number, come make sweet digits with me.
Alibelle:
You had me at your calculations.
Separately,
billytea:
Oh, I just realised something else about my ID number: I keep winding up living somewhere with a street number divisible by 11. I've done 22 twice, 110, 55 and 11 itself, being the first and only place we've owned.
And now 33.
lori:
billytea goes up to eleven.