Bitches
Deb: Pythons, as I recall, have a nice little gland at the far end that sprays a particularly unpleasant and sticky liquid.
Aimee: Then again, so do men.
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Bitches
Deb: Pythons, as I recall, have a nice little gland at the far end that sprays a particularly unpleasant and sticky liquid.
Aimee: Then again, so do men.
Firefly:
Sarameg: "You TOO could go on to an illustrious career as a demented homicidal suicidal cannibal!"
Elena: We're still talking about FOX executives, right?
Anne W.: I'm about ready to break my New Year's resolution not to commit homicide.
Calli:
During a lull at work last summer I went back and read every post in the TT thread. I was able to astonish and amaze my friends with the tidbits I picked up. So here's a resounding Thank You!!! to all Tolkien nerds, past and present. Y'all made me look smart.
If only there'd been an "Organic Chemistry: Life and Timing According to ME" thread back in college (or an internet, for that matter). It could have changed my whole career path.
Perkins, in Bitches:
Sleep may like to flirt with me, but it is so not a committed relationship.
Elena in Quotables:
13-10, pretty boys coming up on Larry from behind. And, really, he would have wanted it that way.
erika (who else?) in Bitches, pointing up the differences/similarities between basketball player Anfernee Hardaway and Anne Rice:
And I bet Anne's(I should clarify Ms. Rice's) knees don't hurt nearly as often, although something has to account for her continued marketability...
Fay: stumbles rudely into thread, tumbling through 3000 posts like Alice topsy-turvying down through the rabbit hole, wondering guiltily what important things she's missed as her skirts fly over her head and she flails around, inadvertently seizing a jar of rosepetal jam from a random shelf.
In Bitches --
connie neil: I'm assuming Metrosexuality is not where one fucks cities, correct? Is one allowed to just be good friends with a metropolis?
beth b in Angel, because the poor guy is just never going to live that down:
I don't really think Gunn has wisdom. He did trade his soul for a truck.