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.
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...
edited because it just keeps going...
You mean "coming", right?
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."
I have to break this into two parts. Betsy, in Bitches:
ARRRGH! Just remembered my daughter reads COMM.
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."
Hey, it was that or COMM the whole damn thread.
edit: Which I guess I did. But you know what I mean. Right?
Is it naptime yet?
Because you might not still be reading.
billytea:That's what I want to see on the Childreach commercials. "Your gift of $15 will allow a fully-grown woman in the Midwest to eat a donkey."
