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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.
In Goodbye and Good Riddance, because it is so, so true:
Dani: I hope those Buffistas not interested in breeding aren't too annoyed. ;-)
connie neil: Being a Bitch Aunt is a grand and glorious occupation. Because you can always hand the squawling, leaking, squirming, frustrated mess back to the parentals and return home to your unchewed and unpeed-on peaceful home.
Wait, I have cats. Erase the unchewed and unpeed-on, add clawmarks and accusing kitty-eyes.
Nora Deirdre: I now own a microplane grater, for all of three days, and I have no idea how I survived without it all these years.
Jessica: Oh, I know the feeling! Don't you just want to run around zesting everything in sight?
beth b: my mom got a microplane. zested everything she could and them went to the neighbors looking for things to zest.
One for the Just When You Thought You Couldn't Heart Kristin Any More files (and fall out from the above COMM):
Jessica: t zests Kristin
KristinT: Now I smell like citrus. I declare myself an orange.
OO, OO! No one rhymes with me!
Cass, in Natter, shows off her shiny holiday tagline:
"And I'm like, Mary, are you dating Jesus? and she says, no, he's just helping me, and I'm like, you mean with math? and she's like, no, to not be such a whore." - The Gospel of Debbie
(ETA: Also, appropriately, COMM sluuuuuut)
Raquel, in Bitches:
my DH referred to the Buffistas as my church group, which isn't far off! I guess we are the Church of the Immaculate Connection.
Cass: Silly New Englanders complaining... Drive, what, ten minutes and you're in a new one! It's freakish. My city is bigger than most of your states. Such cute wee states.
Matt the Bruins fan: A lot of those New Englanders are in Boston, where if you drive ten minutes you end up in the afterlife.
Betsy HP in F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?:
My muffaletta brings all the kerfuffles to the yard...
ita about some of the less funky members of her family, re Rick James, the late "King of Punk Funk":
I'm not asking them to snort coke with him backstage. Just to have heard of him, say, and maybe know he's not white.
Literary:
sarameg: I try to read the most seatmate fear-inducing book as possible on flights.
Just really funny out of context, in the Goodbye 2004 thread:
Cashmere: I really like the Black Death, though. He's adorable.
Deb: Awwwwwwwwww. Black Death wants cookies!