Modern dating, as explained in Natter:
-t: Dude, your phone is totally trying to cockblock you. That ain't right.
tommyrot: Suddenly I understand why they call it "Virgin Mobile."
I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.
Giles ,'Chosen'
Coffee On My Monitor Again
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amych - May 06, 2010 5:41:07 pm PDT #429 of 1328
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Beverly - May 07, 2010 8:32:29 pm PDT #430 of 1328
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Come the zombie apocalypse? I'm sticking with Zenkitty. From Natter:
I'm holing up, not fighting back.
This is why I have post-zombie-apocalypse dibs on the local Super Wal-Mart. All your post-apocalyptic survival needs in one place! Plastic-wrapped water and food that will never rot? Check. Guns, ammo, and large knives? Check. Medicine? Got it. Fire pits for burning the remains of the unfortunate dead? Got 'em. The ingredients for crude homemade bombs? Right here! Condoms? Got 'em. (The movies have taught us that, post-apocalypse, there will be at least one sexy horny motherfucker walking around half-naked looking for something, which I'll have because I'm in Wal-Mart.) And at some point, probably very soon and for the rest of our short brutal lives, we'll need alcohol, and we'll have it! Because being as this is the South, alcohol and guns are both sold in your friendly local Super Wal-Mart! Zombies? Bring it. Clean-up on Aisle Three, motherfucker!
§ ita § - May 07, 2010 8:34:54 pm PDT #431 of 1328
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Mmm. I don't have a flamethrower either.
Or licensed guns.
beekaytee - May 08, 2010 4:28:53 pm PDT #432 of 1328
Compassionately intolerant
Windsparrow is QUICK:
billytea: It's Mother's Day here now. Ryan celebrated by throwing up his morning milk feed all over his face, hair and outfit. While having a stinky nappy changed. Wallybee is off having a thoroughly deserved foot massage, and I'm on Ralph Watch.
WindSparrow: Happy Mother's Day wishes to Wallybee. Listen, Ryan, I don't want to be harsh or anything, but I think we need to work on your ideas for homemade gifts.
Ginger - May 10, 2010 11:46:01 am PDT #433 of 1328
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Erika in Bitches, on dealing with idiot publishers:
In West Baltimore, I think you could have your crew beat the shit out of them, though. (It's surprising how often I console myself with that same thought...I think the mystery of why the greeting card company never got back to me is solved, however.)
Zenkitty - May 13, 2010 10:29:20 am PDT #434 of 1328
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
DavidS in Natter, giving Nature a D- in poetic metaphor:
Random Image From Yesterday: As I was driving home yesterday, I was stopped at a street light and I saw a large black crow swoop by with a white egg in its beak.
Nature most anvilicious! Crow, symbol of death, carrying egg, symbol of life.
Come on, Nature.
smonster - May 15, 2010 10:42:07 am PDT #435 of 1328
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Shir on the essence of Buffistas: You're a support system in a corset, eyeglasses and high heels, with a dirty mind, a heart of gold and a dictionary on hand.
omnis_audis - May 17, 2010 6:37:33 pm PDT #436 of 1328
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
in Bitches:
SeanK: The check came. P-C gets to live.
Gudanov: Glad to hear that the check came!
Polter-Cow: Glad to hear I get to live!
Laga: Yay check! Everybody lives!
Gudanov:
Glad to hear I get to live!
Oh, yeah, that's good too.
Cass - May 19, 2010 12:24:37 pm PDT #437 of 1328
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
in Natter
ita: Now, I admit, I went through a sizable period where I wanted to breed with someone who looked like a taller more athletic version of me, but that didn't mean I liked them more. I was just trying for the next best thing to parthenogenesis.
WindSparrow - May 19, 2010 12:58:21 pm PDT #438 of 1328
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
The context is Bitches. Need I say more?
Gudanov:
Ooooh, a kinky kerfuffle. Sounds sexy even if it will all end in semantics and maybe punctuation.