Sean:
How can we possibly know that the rueben on dark rye with corned beef rather than pastrami, sauerkraut rather than coleslaw, and thousand island rather than Russian dressing, is the version that came first? We can't. It's ineffable. All we are left with then is one sandwich with many forms. How can we Earthly beings then say this sandwich is one of the forms, but this other is not? That is only for the One True Sandwich to know, if such a Rueben even exists.
This just needs to be immortalized...
Robin:
I keep looking at my ring and going, whoa, I'm married. 'Tis nice.
bon bon:
ETA: oh, if it sounds crazy that I'm getting all emotional about an umbrella in reaction to a post about a fire extinguisher, that's because I'm totally drunk.
edited to correct attribution; actually part of what made it so funny to me was I couldn't even imagine billytea (my incorrect attribution) saying he was "totally drunk."
I could swear that was bon bon.
Aimee
in Bitches:
BT, if you're about, there was a brief conversation about you today in our house.
Me: Oooh! Billytea is going to be here this month!
MM: Really? When?
Me: End of the month I think. We get to meet the Wallabee!
MM: How long has he had a wallaby?
Me: Oh, I think about a year. I lose track of time. He got her in Austrailia.
MM: He just go out and get one?
Me: No, I think they met online.
t cricket
MM: Are you taking about a person or a marsupial?
In Boxed Set, about Eureka:
Jessica: why would being paranoid about aliens make you create a crop circle?
ita: No fucking idea, really.
Vortex: why do you have to be naked while doing it?
ita: Oh, that one I know--because it's fun.
Steph L.:
Booze and pills -- I wanna be a Ramone!
Hec, in Bitches:
I am such the ray of sunshine. Hmmm, maybe this is why people run away from me at cocktail parties...
"Doom, doom, doom. Would you like some chips? Did I mention you're fucked?"