I'm feeling lucky I can still count to 11 after night #2 of Croup + fever. WTH - I thought croup was over when she could read or something. (I know this doesn't make sense. My brain is on slush mode).
Zoe: Is there any way I'm gonna get out of this with honor and dignity? Wash: You're pretty much down to ritual suicide, lambie-toes.
'War Stories'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
hippocampus - Nov 11, 2011 5:49:55 am PST #4839 of 6703
not your mom's socks.
Ginger - Nov 11, 2011 6:02:05 am PST #4840 of 6703
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Eleven words is hard:
If the bloodstains come out, I can sell the wedding dress.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 7:21:56 am PST #4841 of 6703
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
And it turned out that the drunken monkey had been correct.
Amy - Nov 11, 2011 7:24:25 am PST #4842 of 6703
Because books.
You have to tell a whole story, though. And you have to tweet it! Well, you don't have to, but it's fun.
Ginger - Nov 11, 2011 8:14:21 am PST #4843 of 6703
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
It's the whole story that's so hard.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 8:46:48 am PST #4844 of 6703
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh! I see...That IS challenging! Hmm.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 8:52:09 am PST #4845 of 6703
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Done! I think.
She carried his letter always; a reminder that love transcends death.
Connie Neil - Nov 11, 2011 8:58:52 am PST #4846 of 6703
brillig
"You killed them?" the mobster scoffed, not seeing the gun I hid.
Strix - Nov 11, 2011 9:04:14 am PST #4847 of 6703
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Staring at the corpse of her enemy, she smiled. And wept.
hippocampus - Nov 11, 2011 3:23:36 pm PST #4848 of 6703
not your mom's socks.