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.
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
Happy Christmas, from the Bitches:
Fay:
...well, suffice it to say that Santa comes but once a year - but he visits EVERYONE IN THE WESTERN WORLD, and many people beyond, and he knows exactly who's naughty and who's nice, and makes sure to give them what they're asking for. (There's enough in his sack for everybody.)
billytea:
Now I'm imagining Fay explaining the Sack of Troy. In her version it's what lured Helen over there in the first place.
ita speaks for many tech-head Buffistas :
The idea of curling up on my cuddle lounge and watching something on TiVo or listening to my iPod while I wirelessly surf the web on my Powerbook while Roomba scoots around and does my vacuuming...hot.
Robin:
I can glue macaroni on a picture frame like a motherfucker.