Typo Boy, on interpersonal relationships:
just because someone's leg occasionally comes off in your hand is no reason to stop pulling.
'Safe'
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Typo Boy, on interpersonal relationships:
just because someone's leg occasionally comes off in your hand is no reason to stop pulling.
Elena:
Surprisingly, when you misstype 'buffistas.org' as 'buTTFistas.org', you don't get sent to a naughty place.
In Natter:
Allyson:I wish there was a sort of Big Brother/Big Sister program for people like QPB that have no gay friends. Once a week, a Big Gay Stud or Lynn Breedlove-like Lesbian would come over and take him out for coffee, so that he can develop gaydar, and maybe some fashion sense.
Lori: Sounds like a faaaabulous program, Allyson.
Can I sign up some people for that program? Stat?
ION: In... see if you can guess....
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PMM:The ice cream and handcuffs have nothing to do with kink!
Just comfort.
askyle: I don't know, I think it's kinda kinky to handcuff your ice cream.
Elena:
Yeah, but couldn't a lot of our fanfic be tweaked and ready for the original fiction market? And I suppose we'd have to change 'vampire' into, I don't know, 'investment banker'.
Spike... bank... *drool*
John H, on bad plot suggestions:
What's the opposite of "from your lips to Joss' ear"? From your lips to a lead-lined, heavily sealed box buried in a concrete bunker in antarctica. And not a stylish part of antarctica that Joss might one day go to. A boring part with lots of annoying tourists and a casino with nightly performances by *NSync.
Sorry to natter, but when I was a teenager I often wished I had a Gay Big Brother. Of course, I would have wanted to have sex with him, which complicates matters a bit.
Liese S. -
My whole house is clean! The entire thing! Including all the rooms!
Amazing what motivation a parental visit can provide to shake one out of the lethargy of one's housecleaning sloth. Not a sloth. Sloth itself.
Liese S. - And, ooh, Emily, I insent you a little ways back, after rudely ignoring your email for a ridiculous amount of time.
Emily - Oh, I know you did -- something about not realizing I wasn't porn, wasn't it? I understand. Many people mistake me for porn. And real estate offers. Must be my vast tracts of land.
Emily funny:
Jen - Really? Wow, I thought Catholics were in the vast minority. Maybe that's just in the US. I know that my family made it sound like we were the freaks of the town because we were Catholic and everyone else was Protestant.
Apropos of, well, not that: is it hard to learn how to snorkel? If I want to snorkel on my upcoming vacation, and it'll be the first time I've ever done it, would it be wise to try to get a lesson or something?
Emily - Jen, I think it varies widely by country and religious history. Isn't Catholicism the majority religion in Mexico, for example?
Jen - At first read, I thought you were talking about learning how to snorkel.
Emily - Well, there is some debate over whether the snorkel is just a medium for transmitting oxygen or actually becomes the oxygen itself.
I'm on the train to damnation...