In Natter:
beth b :Chicken nuggets wearing clothes does not make me want to eat them.
Trudy Booth :Chicken nuggets wearing Orlando Bloom does not make me want to eat them.
Damn you, Bridget! Damn you to Hades! You broke my heart in a million pieces! You made me love you, and then you-- I SHAVED MY BEARD FOR YOU, DEVIL WOMAN!
Monty ,'Trash'
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.
Lilty Cash - Jun 17, 2004 8:17:47 am PDT #6314 of 10000
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
juliana - Jun 17, 2004 9:00:28 am PDT #6315 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
In Natter:
Lilty Cash:
A friend and I collected them all, and would act out tiny sagas with them.
Gudanov:
It is a period of civil war.Rebel meals, striking from a
hidden base, have won their first
victory against the evil McEmpire. During
the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans
to the McEmpire's ultimate weapon, the Supersized Nugget, an heavily battered nugget with enough grease to destroy an entire digestive system.
Pursued by the McEmpire's sinister agents, Princess Lilty races home aboard her Happy Meal, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore nutrition to the galaxy...
DCJensen - Jun 17, 2004 12:43:50 pm PDT #6316 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Out of context, Sarameg, in Natter:
I was laughing too hard to snap a picture of the camel sticking its head in the car window and lunging at my brother's crotch. Oh, the look on his face....
Theodosia - Jun 17, 2004 1:12:57 pm PDT #6317 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Nutty, talking about predators that kill humans:
I bet I could beat up a cheetah
Steph L.:
Why do you think the cheetah is so wimpy? Cheetahs worldwide are now e- mailing each other, plotting your slow demise.
[edited to make everyone look crazy]
Theodosia - Jun 17, 2004 1:23:59 pm PDT #6318 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Gudanov:
Colorful displays and dances are such a common method for attracting mates in the animal world, that one would think women would naturally be attracted mostly to gay men.
Jessica - Jun 17, 2004 2:34:03 pm PDT #6319 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
sarameg, talking about predators that kill humans:
I think that was Nutty.
§ ita § - Jun 17, 2004 2:42:34 pm PDT #6320 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Yes. Sarameg is wary of the cheetah.
deborah grabien - Jun 17, 2004 4:06:27 pm PDT #6321 of 10000
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Sarameg is wary of the cheetah.
I was about to say, the sarameg I know wouldn't never underestimate a cat of any variety....
billytea - Jun 18, 2004 6:44:26 am PDT #6322 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.
Ple in Bitches:
We were mainly asking him all sorts of stupid questions, like his opinion on country music. ("You have capital punishment in this country. Use it.")
Theodosia - Jun 18, 2004 6:52:46 am PDT #6323 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
tommyrot :
There has got to be a less morally repugnant way to work from home for 2 hours a day and gross $250,000.
Aside from prostitution, I bet you could be a work-from-home hit-person. You could lure the victim to your apartment through some internet dating site, then kill him/her and dissolve the body in some home body-dissolving device you have hidden in a closet.