Sweet sweet Ten Thousand!
The only number worth slutting. He swoops in from the high corner and makes the kill.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
DavidS - Apr 01, 2007 9:24:10 am PDT #10000 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
DXMachina - Apr 01, 2007 9:27:18 am PDT #10001 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.