Snyder ,'Chosen'
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.
Rick in Natter:
My parents had four kids, and I know they were disappointed to find themselves reaching old-age without any grandchildren, even though they were careful to hide it. When I called my father at age 86 to tell him he had twin grandsons on the way his response was "You're cutting it kind of close, aren't you?"
In Natter, I actually snorted:
Zenkitty: I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain.
billytea: IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE
In Natter:
ita_!
So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.
Jesse -
Too late! Now you own him.
Steph L.
Give him a sock.
Oh, but there's more...
Zenkitty: I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain
billytea: IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS NAME THE DAMN HORSE
Connie Neil: The horse transcends names.
billytea: You rode through the desert on Prince?
Connie Neil: I'm sure it's not the oddest thing to ride on Prince.
billytea: Yeah, but it's a little odd to take three days. For that you really need to ride through the desert on Sting.
Zenkitty: At last, we've named the horse.
ita: So turns out, apparently, no-incest boy is/has been/was an epic troll on a few of the Gawker sites, and now he's crediting me with a large part of his turnaround. I want zero credit for that, because when he turns back to the dark side, also zero responsibility.
Jesse: Too late! Now you own him.
Steph L.: Give him a sock.
Steph L.: I didn't realize that if pie crust dough warms up, it turns into a jerk.
Matt the Bruins: Why would a haircut be cause to cry?
Shrift: Oh, you sweet, innocent lamb.
In bitches, Amy (to Teppy) regarding a publisher known for their erotica:
. . . if you read their product, you are down with their mission.
And Connie Neil clarifies:
To make money while pandering to the lurid tastes of the masses!
(I didn't actually say that part, Todd. But I can't see who did now -- someone edited, I guess.)
It was me.
Did I redact it? Huh. I don't remember doing that. I guess I'm reaaallly tired, eh?