In Lit:

Connie Neil: And now I have this image of an unshaven guy sitting in front of computer, wearingonly his briefs and chewing on a cigarette as he types, "Tiffany gazed tremulously up at Dirk, her untouched heart beating with new passion."

PMM: This is dangerously close to how I write, only I'm sucking down boilermakers, and there ain't nothing untouched about "Xander gazed tremulously up at Spike, the rational part of him hoping with passion that the chains would hold--the secret, dark, only-hinted-at-by Larry part thrilling with the notion that they might not."

IJS, Yin/Yang, baby.

Trudy Booth - (to John, re: Thuy) You are violently cute about that woman.

John H - I should say that she's not just cute. She might look like a delicate little oriental lotus-blossom, but she grew up in a tough neighbourhood, can beat me at pool every time, and from her time serving beer in sleazy bars in Saigon she knows how to hold her own in a bar-room brawl, believe me.

Love!

Jess PMoon:

I suppose it's too much for me to hope that the Pet Psychic is an actual psychic pet? Because a fortune telling kitten would just be too cute for words.

t Natterishness

This is dangerously close to how I write

....PMM, are you only wearing briefs at the time? Because the very suggestion is in danger of igniting my keyboard. And I can't decide which is hotter - topless PMM in girl pants, or topless PMM in boy pants.

';l9-816jljhmab!!^)&(%

(computer bursts into flame)

Hee.

Okay, it seems silly to copy and paste but see above:

COMM'itted.

(Normally boy briefs and an open robe.)

Yeah, what she glurbled.

In Bitches, Am-Chau Yarkona:

"Come here, precious. Dobby come to bed?"

"Dobby must sweep floor. Dobby must cook breakfast. Dobby is not fit to sleep with ex-holder of One Ring."

"Dobby is new precious. Dobby must bring Gollum what he sweeps up from Bag End floor."

It has potentional.

... I can't stop laughing; I'm going to hell.

Emily:

It's actually a bit irritating to keep reading stories where a character who regularly wears glasses loses them and then identifies a friend across a room. Um, no. More like, "There's a person over there -- or, wait, it could be two people... or a pillar. Possibly the wall."

Fay, in Clex:

All Praise The Buffistas' Board, where expletives run free and let their wobbly bits wave around in the breeze.

billytea: First, it's the date on which, twelve years ago, Milli Vanilli were forced to return their Grammy, for which I think we can all be grateful. Vale Rob, vale Fab.

Jen: My god, man, is there anything you don't know?

billytea: I don't know what on earth possessed anyone to award it to them in the first place...

The Boy of Typos, in Natter:

My feeling is that if we don't have more nude peace rallies, the terrorists have already won.