'Trash'
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.
Erin, in Bitches 43:
A page and a half on the foreskin? Wow. Does anyone, no matter how used they are to the circumcised, need that much info on it? Couple of paragraphs and a diagram, I can see.
For the rest, maybe a cautionary, "Like other male junk, Gentile or Jewish, watch the teeth, use lube and have a safe word! Shalom!"
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.
Laga, in Bitches.
My brother called hamburgers hangabears. One day my Mom picked up the grocery list and my Dad had drawn a picture of two teddy bears hanging by their necks with Xs for eyes. Mom says, "what is this?!" Dad says, "we're out of hangabears."
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.
erikaj in Natter:
And, yes, I have read the occasional celebrity book, but I've often thought they'd die a quiet death if they got left to their own grammar, for instance.
The production of Wicked that Typo Boy saw is very different from the one that played in Melbourne:
Dream last night may be worth telling. New breed of dog called "The Bark" essentially a lung with fur and legs. Had to be fed through an IV. The American Kennel Club loved the breed cause it could only reproduce via cloning. So they finally had breed where the blood line could never be contaminated.
The rest of the dream is not worth narrating, involving trouble in OZ, no one believing Glinda when she claimed to be able to fix the Ruby Slippers, and Buffy, Rimmer and Gandhi machine gunning hordes of crazed zombie munchkins.