'Why We Fight'
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.
Nutty brings us a geography lesson, in Natter:
I am always a little unclear on why the collective world/map-writers respect some sensitive points of language and ignore others. Like, Cote d'Ivoire clearly kept insisting until everybody got it the way they wanted it, but the Germans gave up and said, Deutschland, Allemagne, Germany -- whatever! Just trade with us.
Our long-absent, much-missed Aimee, getting right back into the swing of things in Bitches:
I would be very upset if my vibrator was also a food chopper. I would be more upset if I found out by accident.
Betsy, critiquing P-C's mad bachelor culinary skilz, yo, in Bitches:
I mean, seriously, a dedicated pizza appliance that rotates the pizza under the heat source? That's one cat's-whisker short of the appliance that electrocutes your hot dogs for you.
Nutty in Natter, context be damned:
I need to shut up now or the karma gods will catch GWB in the oval office getting blown by someone named Nooty.
In Bitches:
Polter-Cow: I just re-read the Bill of Rights. Man, those were some good rights.
JohnSweden: Nostalgia for the old days when they existed?
In Bitches, ita teaches me how to go on a safari:
Here's another one, P-C.
1: I'm going on safari, and I'm bringing an angel.
2: I'm going on safari, and I'm bringing a serpent.
1: Nope.
3: I'm going on safari and I'm bringing a pearly gate.
1: Nope.
4: I'm going on safari and I'm bring an immortal
1: Yes!
4: <smug smile>
5: I'm going on safari and I'm bringing a god?
1: Nope.
6: I'm going on safari and I'm bringing a spike?
1: Yup.
And then someone says "Guys who slept with Buffy???" and 2 and 3 and 5 try and kill 1.
Liese S.: Someone knocked on my door with a box. Now I have forty-eight guitar picks, twenty pairs of drum sticks, five trigger cables, two humidifiers, and a pewter drum key made into jewelry.
It's like the twelve days of Christmas, but without all the extraneous service workers and livestock.
In Bitches, I hurt myself laughing at connie's response, just because I can almost literally hear Nilly saying it.
beth b
we aren't keeping Nilly?
connie neil
Sees the headlines now: "Israeli citizen held hostage by far-flung cabal of Buffy fans. Hostage says, 'No, no, I'm fine, don't hurry on my account.'"
In Natter, re Dolly the cloned sheep:
Aimee: Twas the teats that killed her.
Shrift: t accidentally snarfs water into sinus cavity
Heather: I want this to be in a ballad or epic poem or play or something.
P-Cow:
The Ballad of Dolly, Sheep of the Ages
She was a sheep, a gentle sheep
Who grazed upon the field.
The farmers said they would not keep
Her food; it had congealed.
And so she brayed a sweet lament
For all her long lost hay.
Though her fate seemed heaven-sent
She would not last the day.
Dolly cried as cloned sheeps do.
And as they often will, sir,
She tripped upon her hoody-hoo.
Yes, 'twas the teats that killed her.
tommyrot in Minearverse:
I think there should be an online support group for people suffering from Munchausen by Internet.
Yeah, I have a sick sense of humor; what of it?