In Veronica Mars (contains plot spoiler for episode 3.07)
Teppy: * Gee, you think the EXTREME CLOSE-UP on her soda when she walked away means something???
Dear god, someone put an anvil in her drink!!! *
Glory ,'Potential'
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In Veronica Mars (contains plot spoiler for episode 3.07)
Teppy: * Gee, you think the EXTREME CLOSE-UP on her soda when she walked away means something???
Dear god, someone put an anvil in her drink!!! *
juliana: My Safeway has those little plastic lemon & lime juice bottles in the booze section, the fish counter, and the produce section. They REALLY don't want their customers getting scurvy.
Gudanov in Natter:
I got this in an E-mail from home:
Well, Leif has found a delightful occupation. He has built "contraptions" to trap people and cats. And, while I'm not sure how, he's feeding people to the alligators. He just said to me, "Mom, this is the crocodile's thanksgiving!"
Either I'll have to dissuade him from the evil genius career plan, or at least make sure he reads the evil overlord list and try to doesn't try to take over the world until at least 1st grade.
Trudy: OMG, why would anyone drink Fernet when there is single malt?!?!
Plei: Because some moods call for green and bitter!
Miracleman explains the perspective of asshat ex-bosses:
"I am a soulless robot drone, enslaved by a heartless, uncaring, monolithic corporate entity that daily grinds my spirit away a bit at a time. My life is grey and meaningless...food tastes like ash and sand...television is harsh colorful light in a box that I must watch without ever knowing why...and those that surround me, both at work and at home, are faceless wraiths, empty husks of people equipped only with gaping maws that howl out a constant stream of 'FEEEEEEED USSSSSS'. My life is a barren hellish landscape.
"And this man...this BASTARD of a man...enjoys his life outside of work. He bring light and color into the sacred tomblike workspace and curses its mien, rages at its attempts to crush him and...on purpose...chooses at times to NOT SHOW UP that he may tend to people whom he lo--lllllll...lur...I can say it...whom he....LOVES!!
"We must kills him, my prrrecccciousss, yes, we must kill the evil human-man who has color and happiness, we must crush his breath from him...
"But we are tired, preccciousss Bottom Line. So tired.
"We'll just fire his ass, instead."
Beth b: I think it is time to retreat to the world of books and drink
That was Beth, actually. I wanted to tag it, but Fay got there first.
In Natter:
shrift: I just don't understand the appeal of having sex with a carcass. Decomposing meat! You don't stick your wang in that! I don't care if it's still warm!
ita: I don't understand the appeal of having sex with Paris Hilton, but people still do that. It's even legal!
shrift: You win.
Erin:
Voice, Tep. I thought your voice would be more like mine, and instead it was this contralto-y deadpan chain-smoking '40's secretary-of-a-private-dick voice.
Teppy:
Heh. I get that ALL the time.
In Bitches
Teppy: The society for responsible recreational sex thanks you.
(Christ, the things I'll talk about online. Hi, mom.)