Matt the Bruins Fan: Stranger than Fiction may be the perfectly designed movie for me: two hours of Emma Thompson narrating how she will arrange Will Farrell's death.
Coffee On My Monitor
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
sarameg: I'm now imagining a matchmaker running around stapling people together.
I'm sorry I sometimes share my thoughts....
Late night in Bitches (it just doesn't get any better than this):
Cass: What does one do with fifteen feet of cock?
ND: Make a bong.
Cass: That's gotta make the inevitable munchies hurt.
Cindy in Natter:
We can make a comprehensive list, you know. We're Buffistas.
Laura in Bitches:
I think more Buffistas should become teachers. It would be very helpful with that World Domination plan.
Ginger: My mother did not appreciate it when I responded to her rotator cuff injury by saying, "This could end your pitching career."
Topic!Cindy in Bitches:
Speaking of which, I had a blueberry scone for breakfast this morning, and they're more emotionally mature than you might think.
Cashmere, also in Bitches:
They used to be delicious, Cindy. But they started breeding for looks alone. It's pretty much the same result they got with the Hilton sisters.
Nutty in Boxed Set:
What is with the maniacal clean in science fiction? I don't go wandering through air ducts very often, but I did crack open my computer once, and you know what I found in there? A cat-hair sweater and a dust bunny big enough to wear it.
Who is vacuuming in the knee-high tubes?? Do they have itty bitty janitors on staff??
Jesse: At Trader Joe's last night, I apparently decided my life should be more like a cocktail party. I'm having mushroom turnovers for dinner.
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P.M. Marcontell: ... (doughnuts tasted BAD to me, WTF?)
Steph L: Okay, where is Plei, and WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER? WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR? EAT A MUFFIN, WHITEY! CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE TEP IS COOKING?