Corwood in the movies thread, file under CONTEXT, We don't need no stinkin'...
Now you're just trying to get my goat. But I already shot it for wearing suspenders and a belt. How could I trust it? That goat didn't even trust its own pants.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Corwood in the movies thread, file under CONTEXT, We don't need no stinkin'...
Now you're just trying to get my goat. But I already shot it for wearing suspenders and a belt. How could I trust it? That goat didn't even trust its own pants.
You never know where the conversation in Bitches may take you:
Toddson: Much like the poor confused person who sold his soul to Santa.
Jilli: You didn't really think Santa's workshop was staffed by elves, did you?
Betsy HP in Boxed Set: Dude. If Pete's a Time Lord, he has no excuse for not shopping-enabling you all these years. (Also, I want to talk to him about interfering with George W. Bush's conception, and no doubletalk about messing with the timeline, thanks.)
Pete: Sorry, I've already tried it once, so I can't go back again. Stoopid Master beat me to it and replaced a perfectly functional human child with a strange little goat-boy with eyes set too close together.
Might I suggest you find an alternate dimension? There are still a handful out there with humans in charge.
Bitches, of course:
Billytea: So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.
JZ: I can't believe I was 2/3 of the way through actually working this out and justifying my choices before I realized how utterly fucking insane it was. Now I've lost 93 seconds of my life I'll never get back, and I'm all distressed and disturbed. Stoopid creepy antipodean actuaries.
Polter-Cow: F leg, M nose, C teeth.
Polter-Cow: (20 minutes later) I killed the thread? Fine, me and the leg are going to have some "alone time."
brenda: A word of advice for anyone considering fleeing the police: leave the dog at home. [link]
AmyLiz: Oh, brenda. What did you do now?
Aimée: I'd love to, but I have an assload of homework to do tonight.
billytea: In my day, we were allowed to use satchels.
Aimée: Well, now. This *ISN'T* your day, is it?
Can you calculate something for me? How many Austrailian actuaries die from smart-ass disease?
billytea: None.
Smart- arse disease, OTOH...
Betsy in MiniSpoilage, now with 33% less spoilers and 99% less context:
I hv no brane. s/SGA/SG-1. Ta.
tommyrot proves his brain is a scarey place:
Now I'm wondering how difficult it'd be to restage Triumph of the Will entirely with cats.
In Natter, Calli: My parents will never get a link to my lj. Never, ever. God, no.
However, I did show my 80 year old dad how to use Amazon.com to find all those out of print books that he's been trying to get his hands on. And Dad was all, "Being forgetful's great! By the time these get here I won't have any idea why some stranger in Iowa's sending me used books. It'll be like a really confusing Christmas. Also, don't bookmark this thing if you want to have any inheritance left."
Perkins in Natter: (context? we don't need no stinkin' context!)
WooHoo, it's just about shoot the cat, go back to sleep time.