If I may, I'd like to COMM Jon B. from the COMM thread:
Nilly COMMed DXM's fake Mejia.
(4 out of 5 words in the preceding sentence are incomprehensible to all but 1000 people worldwide)
Wesley: Illyria can be...difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt. Angel: We'll make Spike do it. Wesley: Good.
'Underneath'
Coffee On My Monitor
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
vw bug - Oct 15, 2003 4:27:05 am PDT #4613 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
smonster - Oct 15, 2003 6:15:48 am PDT #4614 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
victor brings the personal with a side of cryptic, in Quotable Buffy.
Sometimes not being one's self can bring epiphanies. I discovered many things about myself the week I was Napoleon.
Beverly - Oct 15, 2003 7:19:11 am PDT #4615 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
(Sorry for the natter, but oh my lord, how I love the buffistas!)
Cindy - Oct 15, 2003 7:51:09 am PDT #4616 of 10000
Nobody
billytea in Angel:
I've never seen gay-porn-me on TV, though I have no doubt the experience would be at least as discombobulating.
Jessica - Oct 15, 2003 8:45:08 am PDT #4617 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Erin in Bitches:
There is the world's most cheeful little bird, just singing its little avian heart out in the bright fall sunshine outside my window. I can see it, its little head lifted to drink in the sun and let its paean to the beauty of the world pour out.
I wish I had a slingshot.
Susan W. - Oct 15, 2003 8:50:15 am PDT #4618 of 10000
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
(And Jess beats me over here w/ that gem.)
Strix - Oct 15, 2003 8:58:13 am PDT #4619 of 10000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
ME: It seems to be the birds that are on my shit list today, I know not why.
BHP: You're probably still aggrieved that they're not dinosaurs.
(I found this almost unbearably funny. Hee.)
juliana - Oct 15, 2003 8:58:58 am PDT #4620 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Erin's on a roll:
BWAHAHAHAHA! And here is where my long-pent rage at not being mawwied (a dweam within a dweam...) comes out!
Dude! That's it! I've solved my depression! I just need to get married and that will solve ALL MY PROBLEMS!
Fuck the chicken wings, I'm going to troll funerals for desperate widowers! Wish me luck!
DavidS - Oct 15, 2003 9:13:46 am PDT #4621 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
In Angel, contemplating Tim and the Cubs:
joe boucher: Was too busy watching the World's Stupidest Cubs Fan screw up the team he ostensibly likes.
Narrator: I'm thinking that was Tim Minear. Because having the Cubs fold like that is the next best thing to torturing me by killing off characters I like.
joe boucher: Tim would have the Cubs down by a run with two outs, a man on first and Sosa at bat. Sosa would hit what should be the game-winning home run, but in the excitement he and the runner on first would would have a mutual brain cramp and start celebrating early. Sammy would pass the runner ahead of him, be declared out and the Marlins would win. Dusty Baker would drop dead of a heart attack and his son, not having learned his lesson with the Giants, would be trampled by the crowd in the post-game riot. That's the sort of thing Tim would do.
Deena - Oct 15, 2003 9:55:12 am PDT #4622 of 10000
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I hope this isn't TMI. It's just too funny to pass up:
Aimee: Also, also? I can say that I never, ever craved the feel of hot seed anywhere.
Smonster: t chokes on gum huh. not just a dyke thing, then?
Betsy: Semen is more of a by-product than a turnon as such. "Oh, please, fill me with your frigid undead soldiers!"
Aimee: I mean, honestly. It just sounds like a pan of cous cous gone very, very wrong.
Very wrong.
Jess: Aimee, don't do that when I've got crackers in my mouth! Now I need a new keyboard.
Aimee: t Sends Jess a new keyboard
Betsy: t Sends Aimee another pan of cous cous
edited because it just keeps going...