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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.
From Natter:
Teppy: If someone asks "Do you know what time it is?" he replies, without fail, "Yes."
Dana: Oh, my god. Grounds for homicide.
Teppy:
Right? And then the ask-er will look at him and say "Well?" To which he'll reply "Well, what?"
"What TIME is it?!?"
"Oh. You didn't ask me what time it was; you just asked me if I *knew* what time it was. It's 12:54."
No one thinks it's cute or funny. And yet he persists in doing it.
Amych: It finally dawned on me - Chatty!Coworker is a text-based adventure game.
From Bitches:
meara: So, today I think I spent about $250 on various things.
But $200 of that was at the outlet mall.
So really that's like saving money, right? Since it would've cost like, $500 in the real stores?
Hil R.: Yep. That's exactly how outlet prices work. Trust me, I'm a mathematician.
In Bitches:
Teppy:
I'm just enough of a 12-year-old to point out that, in my search, I found that the abbreviation for the journal title is "Women's Stud Q."
Brenda:
Wonder what happened to Studs A through P?
Cass:
It's a refractory period thing... They're resting.
Sean K:
Stud Q is the one with all the cool, high-tech gadgets, like a watch that turns into a dildo.
-t:
So, that's the Bond Q, not Star Trek.
Raq in Bitches:
It's the end of the day for me, and I can honestly say that some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints.
Jen in Bitches:
Hi everyone.
I had a date tonight, someone I met on nerve.com.
It went fine until he told me that he sometimes likes to wear his Spock ears when he goes out to dinner.
I. Give. Up.
In Bitches:
P-C:
I want a dance sandwich with a Ms. marcontell filling.
amych:
Oh, like we ever would've left leftovers.
As true as my sentiment might be, I can't claim it - I'm pretty sure I read it on a t-shirt somewhere.
It's an Emo Philips line.
Shrift, in Natter:
Screaming Ponies. Band name, or euphemism for incontinence?