Fay masquerading as Pete, Husband of Jilli (who was foolish enough to allow her access to his computer):

Oh, I'm SO adorable. Yes I am! I really really am! La la la! I'm off to gambol merrily in the daisies, and sing sweet songs of jollity. La la la!

DX writes about the debauchery at Prom and the consequences thereof:

The Buffista Plague Song (to the tune of "I Got It from Agnes" by Tom Lehrer)

I love my Buffistas, and they love me,
We're just as close as we can be.
And just because we really care,
Whatever we get, we share!

I got it from Nutty,
She got it from Hec.
We all agree it must have been
JZ who gave him a peck.

She got it from Trudy,
Who has a lot of sass,
And everybody knows that
Trudy got it from Cass.

Matt got it from Teppy,
She got it from Fay,
Who caught it in a pyramid
One fine Egyptian day.

Tommy gave it to Brenda,
Who brought it to the prom.
He got it from Jilli and Jess
Ha ha, fortunate Tom!

Lee got it from Aimee,
Who gets it every spring.
She got it from her DH,
Who just gives her everything.

She then gave it to Kate,
And Juliana has it now.
Then Plei even got it,
And we're still wondering how.

Ah, but I got it from Nutty,
Or maybe SuziQ,
Or Suela or Nora or Amy or Em,
It doesn't matter who.

It might have been at the suite,
Or at the prom, or in the loo,
And if you want to be our friend,
Then we might... (Mind you, I said "might")...
Give it to you!

D. Griswold, in Buffistatechnology:

Also, I scoffed at ease-of-use: slackware and gentoo were my distos of choice, for I was a true computer-geek-manly-man.

Pete as Fay (revenge is sweet):

Oh Gosh. Look at me, I am Fay. Wheeeee!

I have decided to become an American because it is a Very. Good. Thing. My crisp English accent is in need of some good drawl, maybe a nice dose of Chicago... or perhaps a dash of Houston. Hmmm. A little 'New York' never did anyone any harm.

Also, Bless. Loves to all. Yes, Bless.

I feel that today is a good day for the lurid vermillion knickers. I do love them so. Perhaps, so that everyone else can enjoy them, I will just wear them on my head. Yes. Lovely. Bless.

I hav had a lovely time, but you people must really learn how to bake some nice savory meat pies. And make some decent black pudding. And Irn Bru. That would make things extra good. Jolly good, even. Have a gold star for trying.

Bless.

Oh, and I'm getting my hair dyed today. Black-blue, I think, maybe with a dash of green at the fringe. Well, it's not much of a fringe since I decided on using the clippers to make myself a nice mohawk last night. Still, when in Rome.

Bless.

Pete as Fay (revenge is sweet)

Oh.

It's bad that I went ahead and believed that was Fay, isn't it.

Good LORD I need to remember to sit with my legs together.

juliana in F2F.

Daniel C. Jensen quoting in Bitches:

"If you clarify the network traffic properly and keep an eye on [it,] then suddenly when your vending machine starts surfing the Internet then it will stick out like a sore thumb ," he added.

Context? We don't need no sticking context!

F2F thread:

juliana: Kara is made of adorable.

Polter-Cow: By the transitive property, Kara is made of Pete.

Presenting the SF F2F Very Special Edition of Coffee On My Whiteboard.

If you wish to give context to any of the entries or identify the COMW'ed, just drop a note in the F2F thread and I'll update the fun that follows...

Vortex: The Buffista Greeting: "Hi you changed your hair!"

Aimée to MM: The rule is, I get the bacon, you get the sausage.

SuziQ (referring to her least favorite laptop feature): That would require using the stupid nipple-thing again.

Laura: By the end of the weekend, everyone will have played with my nipple.

(Which all led to the new word Nippleosity).

JZ: The Cephalopods would eat you in a New York minute!

Beverly: Let them get their own corpse.

Erika to Fay: I don't know that we've found the hole yet.

Fay: Goodness, all four fingers.

Toddson: I thought a leopard-print penis would be fun.

Pete (regarding the weeness of Kristin): Kristin is the hand luggage of the human race.

Teppy: I'm not whining, I'm complaining.

Laura Shapiro: You guys have not yet begun to cry.

It's not cheating if you sleep with both of them.

Miracleman: Just find something shiny. Hey! Look, Emma, a knife!

Pete: Sephorage - The art of make-up hunting.

Matt the Bruins Fan (trying to wrangle people to the taxis): If you aren't on the list, you live here now!

Jilli (explaining why she should get the extra-sharp knife) : My waffle might be very fierce.

Anne W: It was a freak genuflection accident.

Jess to Pete (in the Smooshcab): Uh, Pete? That's my hand.
Pete: That's you? Oh crap.

Teppy (At the Baseball Game): Ma'am, please open your frog.

Katefate: There is no downside to cleavage!

Hec: This is the best coifed F2F yet!

Nicole (regarding her cleavage?): It keeps falling in the crevice, I can't make it stop!

I have a banter problem.

Aimée, discussing payment and perks for the babysitter, with MM: Porn's cheaper than room service, what the hell!

Miracleman: Mel, there's a can in your cleavage - and it RUINS THE LINE!

Kristin: I was manly in my tallness... shut up!

Come here, I'll tie you back up.

ChiKat: Do you count from the last time you had sex, or the last time you had sex with someone else?

I can't talk to you if you're biting me.

It's okay, my butt is absorbent.

Jilli: How did I misplace a black & pink coffin?

There is perfect... and there is Buffista.

Kate P: I'm not sober enough to turn down kissing anyone!

Aimée: Jilli, can I have Pete's pickle?
Jilli: Hell, yeah.

Take me to the cowboys.

EpicTangent: They put Gronk in my coffee?!?