DavidS:
Jesus, I'm just a ray of sunshine today, aren't I?
Glass half full? Barely a quarter full and that's arsenic!
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DavidS:
Jesus, I'm just a ray of sunshine today, aren't I?
Glass half full? Barely a quarter full and that's arsenic!
Kathy A: RIP, the telegram.
Aimée: Kathy, that should say:
RIP, the telegram. Stop.
DavidS: Philadelphia fans have booed: their own Hall of Famers, Santa, Father and Son games and old-timer games.
amych: Have you looked at the guy's numbers? Has a big day once year or so, and then he slacks off the rest of the time, and yet we're supposed to treat Mr. Inconsistent like he's some kind of magic?
lisah: Sometimes my I'M AN UNGIRLFRIENDABLE FREAK alarms go off.
erika: you do live in the City of The BrokenHearted
brenda: I think what you're actually hearing is spillover from me. Sorry 'bout that.
erika: Maybe we should form a girl group: The Singelles.
Wolfram, in Firefly:
Nothing says dignity like auctioning off a kidney stone.
Hil R in Spike:
I think I hit my "studied too much" point today. A classmate and I were quizzing each other on matroids, and he asked "Why are we interested in the Fano plane?" and my first answer was "Because it's pretty."
Gudanov in "Spikes's Bitches":
>>You have to protect yourself with a Darwin Fish.
Sounds like some sort of card game. "I counter your Darwin Fish with a Truth Fish and I attack with a 'In case of Rapture, this car will be unmanned' sticker."
"Damn, wait. I have a rainbow sticker and heeeere is a 'Hate is not a family value' sticker bucky. Game over."
"Not so fast. I'll take care of your sticker with my one man one woman sticker, and looky here." Slams down praying Calvin card
"F*ck!"
Cass: So far Portland seems to be that guy you meet by chance at a bar.
He's cute but doesn't completely take it for granted. So the smile is genuine even though he knows it totally works.
And when he leans in to whisper (okay, it's a bar, he's not whispering but it doesn't seem like shouting at the time either), there is that moment you can smell his neck and cologne and you want to just breathe it in for a while.
So you talk for a while and maybe there's a little more giggling then you care to admit and perhaps he's a little too eager to buy you another drink. But there is flirting and it just kinda feels good.
Basically, I would totally give Portland my number.
And the continuance:
Trudy Booth: Sounds like you'd go home with Portland.
P.M. Marcontell: Portland's the kind you wind up marrying, and the sex is good, too.
Portland is totally the Mary Sue of mid-sized American cities.
Sue:
What the world clearly needs is some high performance superhero underwear.