Oh, do the whole thing.
The Buffistas contemplate the economics of dancing girls.
Nutty:
One option is to invest in something like gold or canned peas or dancing girls that remain valuable whether or not the currency is worth more than toilet paper. But I don't know where I would fit gold in my apartment, and the dancing girls would totally colonize my tiny tiny bathroom, and I don't like canned peas.
ita
Speculating in dancing girls is tricky -- there are so many dances, you know?
Rick
I think that it is important for Buffistas to help other Buffistas in their time of need. With this in mind, I volunteer to keep some of Nutty's dancing girls at my house until she has room for them.
ita
Dude, those could totally end up being dancehall queens. You need to examine the currency before accepting it.
-t:
I don't think I want to be there when the bottom falls out of the dancing girl market.
DavidS:
Dancing girls devalue over time, I think. Unless they're gold-dipped.
Calli, in Boxed Set:
I'm inclined to differentiate between "pretty" and "hot", too, but I get all sets and subsets about it. There's hot (Johnny Depp today). You can have hot and pretty (Orlando Bloom). You can have hot and not pretty (Peter Wingfield). You can also have pretty and not hot (young Brad Pitt -- yes, I know opinions vary, but he never tripped my trigger). And, of course, you can have not pretty and not hot (Mojo-Jojo).
manzo, looking at the brighter side in Firefly:
Still, at least I don't have a sweet-filled ruminant that needs storing, so things could be worse.
And on the same theme, Shrift in Natter:
Could be worse. There could be possums behind the refrigerator.
In Bitches
Cashmere:
Aimee, housecleaning didn't put you into labor? Shoot. It worked for me.
Aimee:
Well, to be fair, I wasn't all kamikaze about it. I'd clean a room, sit for an hour, have a Nutty Bar, 10 minute cat nap. Clean another room, sit for half hour, have a Nutty Bar, daydream about a really good beer and cigarette, take a 20 minute nap. Swiffer the dining room, gaze at the Bud Light in the fridge and wish it were a really good beer, inhale my raincoat with the smoke smell still on it, take a half hour nap, eat a Nutty Bar.
By the end of the day, I only cleaned 3 rooms, ate 9 Nutty Bars, and thought about beer and cigarettes more times than I'd like to admit. I wasn't sure if I was pregnant or in my first week of college.
in Natter:
P-C: Oh! And I didn't even catch the Buffy connection in tonight's VM. The actor who played Abel Koontz was Balthazar.
dcp: Oh. I didn't recognize him. I think he's lost weight.
In Bitches:
KristinT
: I'm seriously suffering from Yankee Overachiever Girl Syndrome here (which I shall hereafter refer to as YOGS). YOGS is the bane of my existence sometimes.
Polter-Cow
: YOGS is the new yogilates.
Nilly
gets philosophical:
I'm never tired of looking at the patterns that whitefont makes in a post. It's like patterns of clouds, only with words, and wind doesn't change them. And there are shapes that you can see in them, I guess, from a distance, but there's also the extra layer of the visible words.
Inside every cloud there's a spoiler lining?