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.)
See, Vera? Dress yourself up; you get taken out somewhere fun.
Jayne ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Coffee On My Monitor
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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
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...
Aims - Oct 15, 2003 9:59:49 am PDT #4623 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
edited because it just keeps going...
You mean "coming", right?
smonster - Oct 15, 2003 10:05:16 am PDT #4624 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
but wait! don't forget about amyp!
Condoms mean never having to say "It's the couch or the wet spot, dude. You decide where you're sleeping."
juliana - Oct 15, 2003 10:06:35 am PDT #4625 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Re: Bitches:
Oh, hell. Just start here:
billytea - Oct 15, 2003 10:08:50 am PDT #4626 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I have to break this into two parts. Betsy, in Bitches:
ARRRGH! Just remembered my daughter reads COMM.
billytea - Oct 15, 2003 10:09:21 am PDT #4627 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
And Betsy, in the same post:
Then again, Saturday we were waiting after a crafts fair for my husband and the car.
Me: "Yes, I love hanging around in alleys with my daughter waiting for a guy to come pick us up."
Daughter: "Thanks, Mom, I'm traumatized for life."
amyparker - Oct 15, 2003 10:09:54 am PDT #4628 of 10000
You've got friends to have good times with. When you need to share the trauma of a badly-written book with someone, that's when you go to family.
Damn you, wee Juliana!