Wash ,'Jaynestown'
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 Music:
Fred Pete: My favorite bit of rock musician-education trivia is that Mick Jagger studied at the London School of Economics.
Corwood Industries: Which of course led to their famous lyric "but what can a poor boy do?/except analyze the deadweight loss when the supply curve modulates downward following the marginal rate of change in the futures market?"
Laga, in Bitches:
D: you're not wrapping a present for the cat, are you?
Me: Not only am I wrapping a present for the cat, but I've been waiting all day for her to go outside so it would be a surprise. And now I'm putting her name on the tag.
Stalking the wild Ryan in Bitches:
JZ - I love the Ryan stories. We don't get nearly enough of them (it's almost as if you're off spending your time actually interacting with him or something).
billytea - Actually, I've constructed a hide in his playpen so I can observe him in his natural habitat. To date, he seems to have accepted that giant stuffed pandas are just supposed to have binoculars protruding from their midriff, but I can say that the hides used for the Attenborough specials don't run such a risk of cuddles.
Miracleman - ...the wild Ryan, in its natural surroundings, is truly breathtaking to behold. Note the total confidence, the unconcerned manner in which it lolls on its bwankie. This creature is totally in command of its environment.
...Jim is now going to try to get a little closer to the Ryan. Go ahead, Jim. Jim, just go. Go! Jim is creeping closer to the Ryan. We are confident that, though the Ryan can be dangerous, Jim is entirely protected by his fwuffy teddy beaw camouflage.
That's it, Jim. That's...oh, God. Oh, GOD! JIM! Look out! Oh, Lord, it's got him! It's...oh, it's too horrible...it's SNUGGLING Jim, it's...I can't look...
...Oh, the drool! THE DROOL! OH, GOD!
We'll return to Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom after these messages...
javachik in Bitches.
I truly love wrapping the blanket of Buffista holiday stories around me as I fall asleep.
Is it just me who finds this juxtaposition in Bitches funny?
WindSparrow - [snip] we paid a guy to plow our driveway today. He only charged $10 extra to tow Daniel's car out so he could get the job done. I'll be 40 next month; I'm sick of shoveling snow; and, I have neglected to provide myself with teenagers.
DCJensen - I'm not dead yet. I gave her the last two (of 6) I had.
Well, when you say it like that....
Cass, in Bitcas:
WHITEFONT THE MATHS! WHITEFONT THE MATHS!
Kate P, in GaGR 2009:
Henceforth in our household, french toast shall be known as Proposal Toast.
tommyrot: "Clean your cat's teeth" sounds like something God would tell you to do just to test you. Sorta' like God telling Abraham, "Kill me a son." Then He's all, "Just kidding. Now clean your cat's teeth."
MFNlaw talking about Buffista sprog in Goodbye and Good Riddance:
May the tiny ones be perfect angels, unless you want a devil, in which case I hope they go all Damian on Cheney's ass.