Theodosia:
I have slain the grocery store monster and now am home with the bounty of my quest.
Barb:
Anyone else picturing Theo with a Bowie knife clenched between her teeth?
Just me?
Right then.
Theodosia:
I find that if you go down the supermarket aisles with a knife clenched in your teeth, the other shoppers tend to get out of your way. It sure helps you get through your list faster, anyway.
More on the topic of the foreskin:
billytea:
To be fair, if your gentile's foreskin endowment reaches the plural, it might warrant further discussion.
amych:
That seems like a reasonable amendment to the foreskin chapter (improved):
Foreskin: There should only be one. Beyond that, watch the teeth....
billytea:
It's like the Highlander. On the end, there can be only one.
Calli:
Brises must be very exciting, what with the lightning storms.
Erikaj:
And I was born with the soul of a 45-year-old murder police. In the body of a damaged hummel figurine. They do not write forbidden love epics about that shit.
Fay:
Honey, this is the internet. They probably write forbidden love epics about that shit WITH NINJA MERMAID BOYBAND MEMBERS. And carebears.
From the
Supernatural
thread...
Plei:
Kripke's comments never ping much more than an eyeroll from me. I often wanted to beat Joss with a shovel. Possibly because Kripke comes off as more speaking without thinking, and Joss as a smug SNAG type of a dickwad.
JenP:
What's SNAG? I have to keep acronym-current, you understand.
juliana:
Sensitive New Age Guy. The kind who will brew you tea to help with your menses. And who will use that word. And who will expect accolade upon accolade (and possible fellatio, though he'd never ask you, he'd just hint) for the simple act of brewing the tea.
In Procedurals:
ita: I love Christian Kane's hair. Can't explain why.
billytea: Location, location, location?
In bureaublahblah, discussing the next music thread name:
Hec:
4/4 does nothing for me.
Megan:
As someone who loves Power Pop, how can you say that?
Tom Scola:
If I were going to run for Governor of Illinois, I'd grow a twirly mustache, and put on a stove-pipe hat and a cape. I'd be a shoo-in.