Angel ,'Chosen'
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Discussing new thread names in Bureaucracy:
Laura: Speaking of thread titles... Did we have a title for the next F2F thread? If not there were a few party quotes I thought might fit. It might be nice the tribute the show that brought us together.
Xander: This ain't no tea party, princess.
Faith: If we're gonna party, let's get on with it.
Buffy: Sure! We saved the world. I say we party!
Daniel C. Jensen - The last one only if the recounts change the outcome of the presidential election...
MFNlaw on what to give the wedding guests:
I'd love to do sparklers, because it looks wonderful in photos, but I'd be afaid to hand even faux-fire to some of my family members. I could end up looking like an extra from a Marilyn Manson video.
from Music:
Hec, and context be damned! We should totally all give Jon a blowjob.
joe boucher Like he's not already getting enough from the MIT groupies, actuary fetishists, and theremin whores!
tommyrot The cool thing about the theremin whores is that they dress like characters in '50s scifi movies.
The actuary fetishists, OTOH, wear business suits. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
Jon B. There's plenty of room for everyone!
(if you know what I mean)
(and I think you do)
TomW deciphers the hidden clues in the Frenchwoman episode of "Lost":
A gang of international polar bear smugglers ran their nuclear submarine into a reef... blah blah blah... illegal genetic research... mumble mumble mumble... polar bears on a treadmill... handwave handwave handwave... Hurley is Satan.
It all makes sense.
Ginger in Bitches on the history of animal stuffing:
In the middle ages, they were big on the truffle inside a lark inside a pigeon inside a duck inside a chicken inside a swan with gilded skin dishes. It's another example of the lengths to which boredom can drive one in the absense of moveable type and television.
Jars, in Movies, about the Greeks' persistent denial that Alexander was gay:
I've always looked fondly upon the Put Your Hands on Your Ears and Sing La-La-La school of historical thought.
shrift, in Natter: If anybody in the midwest hears an earth-shattering kaboom sometime in the next few hours, don't worry; it'll just be my head exploding from pent-up rage.
Polter-Cow, in Bitches:
Also, I like the word "baby." Baby baby baby. Aw, baby. Cute little babie. Babie? The fuck?
Mr. Broom reaches his boggle limit:
At some point the cerebellum hardens into a callus and will not admit further input.
Polter-Cow in Bitches: You haven't eaten anything all day?
Who do you think you are, me?