completely ignoring the fact that Meara's fleeting cameo appearance is, y'know, a chick who looks just like Meara, who is in a lesbian nightclub, whilst wearing Meara's awesome vest of hottitude and generally being Meara and getting to go shag Girl!Dean offstage, and instead just assumed that some waitress with long red hair and a gap between her front teeth was somehow, bafflingly, based on Meara. I mean - ??? Not that Suzy isn't adorable, but Meara she ain't.
Mostly it was because I was skimming your twenty-one part story for any lady-on-lady bits, and then hit that wall of hot sex, and pretty much stopped there. I wasn't looking for subtlety! I was looking for hot lady action!
smonster:
Did my boobs kill the thread? Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
StuntHusband:
(snerk)
Yes, yes they are. Bad, that is. NO NOT YOUR BOOBS.
Wait - why am *I* talking about someone's boobs?
Jilli? What's happening?
erikaj:
There's something in the air in Bitches, Stunt Husband.
Calli:
And Bitches claims another one. Bwah ha hah!
NoiseDesign:
Welcome to bitches.
StuntHusband:
Considering my last roommate situation (with a friend named Wendy) had a wireless network with the SSID of "Wendy's House O' Bitches", this isn't terribly surprising.
But. Still.
A WOMAN'S ANATOMY. My faux-Victorian sensibilities are SHOCKED.
SHOCKED I TELL YOU.
See those capitals? My sensibilities are up in arms!
NoiseDesign:
This is the same thread that makes me lust after David Tenant. Bitches does strange things to a person's sexual orientation. It's like a fake magnetic north for the libido.
In Other Media, a snippet from a conversation about the X-Men Relationship Map:
Tom Scola
- ...Wolverine is a
slut,
isn't he?
Zenkitty
- That's one of the best things about Wolverine! You don't have to pine for him! Just be an emotionally traumatized female, preferably with some weird barely-controllable power, and you can have him! For a little while. But really, a little while is enough.
In Bitches
Fay
- Oh, sorry, Colonials! Happy "If-you-walk-out-that-door,-don't-you-ever-come-back!" day.
Jilli VoiceOfReason
in Natter:
I've decided that being a cute cartoon character works in my favor for when Clovis and I finally rule the world. Everyone will be too busy cooing over us to offer opposition.
Fay in Bitches on the lack of wisdom of calling her in the middle of the night:
Hell, some sleazy stranger was in the habit of calling me up with heavy breathing shit when I lived in Egypt, and when he rang me at 3am on a school night (my father not being in good health at all at this point, I was certainly not about to ignore any middle-of-the-night calls) and I was so beyond enraged that, in addition to bellowing FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU SHITHEAD!!! down the phone in my best, most thoroughly unsexy, 'Totally Livid And Prepared To Stick A Chainsaw Up Your Ass, Cut Out Your Heart And Feed It To You As You Splutter Out Your Last Bloody Gasps, Before Chopping Off Your Head And Shitting Down Your Neck, And Your Mother Would Totally Back Me Up, You Fuckstain' tones of rabid righteous fury (he did start to splutter an apology, which was the first time he'd shown any sign of registering that I was not, in fact, a random whore, despite being an English speaker) I slammed the phone handset down so hard that I broke the phone.
Ahem.
Barb:
I just dropped a bottle of wine in my garage. Didn't fall too far, so thankfully, didn't break into too many pieces. Also, thankfully, not a great bottle of wine, just a Rosemount Riesling. But now my garage smells like the aftermath of a drunken orgy with none of the fun to show for it.
Gudanov:
Concrete floors are not optimal for drunken orgies.
omnis_audis:
speaking from experience there Gudanov?
Gudanov:
No, I don't drink.
Ginger:
Learning to lie to your mother is an important survival skill.
