Wash ,'The Message'
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 Natter:
Allyson:
Why am I here?
shrift:
Because everybody knows your name?
Allyson:
That's just not true.
I want the lurkers to send me supportive email. I feel as though I need some feedback. Am I entertaining you sufficiently?
I'm not as combative as I once was. Do you miss that?
Would you like to see me have a kerfuffle with any one of the following people?:
a) shrift
b) ita
c) Hec
d) lurker's choice
Topic!Cindy: Who is that great big boy? That can't be Owen. Sheesh. Maybe you ought to have a new baby. Apparently someone switched your first one with some kid.
From Natter:
tommyrot: Maybe instead of a relationship, my goal will be to be abducted by super-intelligent aliens and used as their pet.
"Aww - he's so cute when he tries to explain his species's comprehension of quantum mechanics!"
As long as they don't have drunken parties where they make fun of my lack of a Unified Field Theory....
From Bitches.
Daniel C. Jensen: Tropical Storm Zeta has formed in the Atlantic.
Trudy Booth: Soon it will hook up with much older tropical storm and land a gig as a cell phone shill.
bon bon: I never knew how fricking true that thing about the ravages of HDTV on celebs was until I was in Best Buy and saw Best Buy's OWN COMMERCIAL! on one of its HDTVs starring the Black Eyed Peas and OMG, Fergie? Is fucking STANK. She scared me.
ita: Could you see her pee more clearly?
bon bon: I could see her thinking about peeing.
Kat, in Natter:
Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony please come around. Something is lost and cannot be found.
What is lost? My GODDAMN HOUSE KEYS.
ETA: as ever, St. Anthony kicks ASS and finds my keys.
Deena in Bitches:
A new year snippet from our favorite raptor girl.
Scene: Dinner table. Once again, Kara and Nick are sitting beside one another.
Kara: You look yummmmy Nick.
Nick: Uh...
Greg and I: Uh? Wha?
Kara: You do. You look yummy.
Nick: Heh. heh. Thanks. I guess.
Greg and I: Um....
Kara: Mmmmmmmmm.
Nick: Heh. Stop that.
Kara: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Nick: Mom, make her stop.
Greg and I::::laughing:::
Kara: I'm a pigeon and I eat people. See my pigeon feet?
Nick: jumping up and running. Uh....thanks for dinner!
Kara: Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Greg: That's my girl! Profoundly disturb all the adults in the room with just four words.
Natter, on the power of suggestion:
DavidS: Also, I too have fallen for HypnoSue's suggestion and will make oatmeal for breakfast.
Sue: Man, next time I will suggest people send me money, or hot guys!
Tommyrot, being thoughtful in Natter:
I wonder if some day we'll have police robots that have been made cute to make them seem less threatening.
"I'm your worst nightmare - a Hello Kitty with a badge!"
Erin, in Botches (ah, stuff it. I like that typo.):
HOW TO TALK DIRTY
Lesson 1:
Say "damn."
Repeat 10 times, using different inflections. (I.e., angry, surpised, regretful, etc.)
Lesson 20:
Practice saying "Damn you, wild stallion, fuck me like tomorrow's coming with you" in different vocal ranges. Try:
an erotic whisper
a full-bodied moan
a primal scream