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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.
In Boxed Set:
Jon B.: Is the new Prisoner a mini-series? Seems that way based on the scheduling, but I might have thought the same for V...
Tom Scola: There are only six episodes.
Jessica: I am not a number of episodes, I am a free - oh wait, yes, there are six.
Gudanov's response in Natter to Jesse's "EVERYTHING MUFFIN SIZE!!"
You must be the whitest person alive.
in Natter:
ita
Also, the presenters say dub-dub-dub for www. It's strange here.
flea
dub-dub-dub?
dub-tee-eff?
In Natter:
tommyrot: Man uses remote to control his 'bionic bottom'
Frankenbuddha: See, and I always saw Steve Austin as a top.
In Natter:
Jessica:
DEAR FACEBOOK,
MY MOM HAS PLENTY OF FRIENDS. BACK OFF.
From Natter, cause movie allusions rock(especially with pets): wish I'd had video years ago when Mister Kitty met the neighbor's chihuahua. It was a little like that, except with 1000 time more spastic dog, and MK didn't swap or even turn his ears back: just placed a paw on pup's forehead and just pushed him away all "CHILL MAN." billytea - Nov 17, 2009 6:39:08 pm PST #19913 of 19921 Mark Block According to moral relativism, ethics become subjective as you approach the speed of light.
I wish I'd had video years ago when Mister Kitty met the neighbor's chihuahua. It was a little like that, except with 1000 time more spastic dog, and MK didn't swap or even turn his ears back: just placed a paw on pup's forehead and just pushed him away all "CHILL MAN."
YOU MUST CHILL! I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR SNOSAGES!
Oh god. Now I'm remembering the time when Lucy was bugging me and I was eating an apple and I peeled the sticker off and stuck it on snout just above her nose. She spent literally like ten minutes leaping into the air trying to get it. That was the days before cameras had video (and, um, YouTube) so my chance at winning $10 grand on one of those funniest video shows was irretrievably lost.
In Natter:
Sparky: I just feel so betrayed by Darwin. I thought the stupid people were supposed to be culled from the herd by now.
Gudanov: I blame airbags.
erikaj muses on the finer points of freakness in Bitches:
At this point in my life, I know I'm a freak...I just have to aim for being the "c'est chic" kind, rather than the "OMG, what is she ON?" kind.
From late-night Natter:
shrift: There are 20 or 30 completely overdressed hipster teens in the alley behind my building. They seem to be congregating there aimlessly, and have given me dirty looks for standing on my back porch to smoke because I'm, like, some stupid bitch who might call the cops. I'm almost tempted to call the cops because I'm concerned they don't understand that they're completely overdressed and in Uptown. Kids these days.
However, 30 Hipsters in the Alley could make an excellent band name.
DavidS: How about: 30 Hipsters I Hosed Down In The Alley?
shrift: Now we're getting into song title territory. How about: If I Were Sufjan Stevens' Evil Twin, I Would Still Have the Longest Song Titles in History, But They Would Include More Die Die Hipsters Die in That Alley in Uptown Chicago Where History Hasn't Been Made Since the Jazz Age And Thus Your Fedora Is Ironic, or, 'Oh Look, Turtles!'