In Great Write,
Zenkitty defines cool:
Nobody starts out cool. First you pretend you're cool by carefully studying the habits of the Truly Cool, then you become Cool by doing things that only cool people do, and later after you're SO Very Cool, you can tell about how you really weren't cool when you started out, you were just ballsing your way through it, which is, of course, Very Cool.
I can't believe no one beat me to this, in
Bitches.
Bobbi:
Do they have a kitty shortage or something?
Daisy Jane:
Yes. Cause of all the gambling.
Bah-dum-dum.
Totally out of context, from Nonfic, because how often do you get to say this, really:
kat perez: ...and that adds up to another solid night for the hunchback.
In Bitches, musing on the life of cats:
ND:
I'm sure if I never left the indoors I'd live longer too, but I wouldn't like it.
Laga:
If it came with the ability to lick your own privates I might give it a try.
lisah (whom I wholeheatedly agree with) in Natter, on the new fangled fish-nibbling therapy at spas:
I don't like fish touching me.
Unless they are dead and prepared in some kind of appetizing way, like sushified, and they are touching my mouth.
tommyrot, who could someday make some human being a wonderful spouse:
Here's how I envision my wedding ceremony: The bride and I each roll down the aisle in our own human-sized hamster balls. Then, at the moment we're pronounced husband and wife, we each climb into the same, larger hamster ball and roll back down the aisle.
There would also be smoke, lasers and strobe lights.
Speaking the truth in Lightbulbs
Cindy:
Soaps go in Minearverse.
In Supernatural
Ailleann: (Also, what's a numberslut called here? A numberDean?)
On a roll, more
paperdol
in Bureaucracy:
In general, lurkers are pretty nice to me in email, though none have supported my statement that they only get one third a vote, and not even the bullshit promise of 40 acres and a mule.
Yet.