'Shindig'
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.
From the Bitches discussion of making friends at the office...
billytea - My supervisor once told me in an annual review that some of the other people in the office regarded me as 'aloof'. I told him next year I was hoping to upgrade it to 'haughty'.
ita in Natter:
The internet makes everyone middle-aged. Also, twelve.
One for the ages:
javachick:
Yes, as I told a drunk Cleveland Indian who was hitting on me at the Hilton in Anaheim a few years back: "I don't do married, I don't do American League and I sure as hell don't do designated hitters."
And the follow-up:
javachik:
The funniest part was when I returned home and told my friend Robyn and she was like "Travis Hafner?? But he's hitting like .340!" or something. And I was like "he struck out that night."
The less context the better:
Steph L: It was like a Buffista F2F, until the beatings started.
Discussing the added costs of flying in Natter...
Frankenbuddha: Isn't travelling without any bags now considered suspicious behavior?
Vortex: So, now there's a new game -- terrorist or cheapskate?
Steph L.: Man, I miss gay or Eurotrash.
In Natter, helping new parents deal with sleeping issues the way only buffistas can:
Amy: have a martini
amych: To be safe, have a shot of clear liquor, possibly with some sort of vermouth in some proportion, possibly with a garnish. Unless definitional discussions help you get through the sleepless nights, in which case have a martini.
Aims in Bitches, in response to askye's "THE GOVERNMENT IS TOO BIG":
Yes, but it's small enough to fit in my cooch, apparently.
Not funny, really, and yet.
Steph L. in Natter:
Yeah, when I think about it, I'm not exactly beaming with pride that my mother tongue can claim "ginormous."
Gudanov, in Bitches, on how to deal with noisy neighbors:
Nothing is more intimidating than a live performance of the 1812 Overture, though the direction in which the canons are pointing is an important variable.