'Objects In Space'
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.
libkitty, in Minearverse. Context optional.
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amych: My nails are black, my clothes are black. Easy-peasy, except for the part where I'm a walking cliche.
Buffista baby posting board, by Amych:
Annabel:WAAAAAH!
Flealet:WAAAAAH!
Wrod! also, WAAAAH!
Franny:WAAAAAH!!
Owen:WAAAAAH!!
No, WAAAH!
Benno:<eyeroll>Babies.
I can't believe I got beat to that.
She beat me as well, Lilty, but I'm pitifully slow on the draw today.
One of the funniest posts I've seen this week.
Blows smoke off of posting finger, twirls, and sticks it back in the holster
Jessica: [White castle burgers ]sound indescribably awful.
juliana: They are, but they always seem to be just the thing to cap off a night of drunkenness. You're stumbling home from the bar, and all of sudden you think, "Heeyyyyyyy, I could really go for some grease. What's open? White Castle? YEAH! A couple of sliders would really hit the spot!" So you join the horde of drunks milling about in the White Castle, scarfing down the cheeseburgers and boxes of fries, thinking that you're so smart to get some food in your stomach to soak up the booze.
Then, of course, you wake up the next day and your intestinal tract is sitting next to your liver, and they're both nursing a cup of coffee and a cigarette and glaring at you, all "Dude, you could have gone for the Wendy's, you know that? NO, you had to have the White Castle, didn't you? Bastard." And then the intestinal tract runs to the bathroom, and the liver gets up and stomps out to make another pot of coffee, making sure to slam the door very loudly.
Hard-won knowledge, that. Learn from my mistakes, kids!
I'm not sure who the first person is ...
Heather Alayne: I just read that Tom Ridge is thinking of quitting for the private sector because $175 K isn't enough to send his kids to college.
JZ : t vomits
Oh, for fuck's sake. Boo-hoo! Let me wipe away the tears with my PLASTIC HAND, or the paycheck-to-paycheck working-class equivalent of that retort. Somebody needs to go all Lindsey on his ass.
I'm not sure who the first person is ...
askye, it was Heather Alayne.