Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.

'Underneath'


Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


JenP - Sep 28, 2011 12:35:21 pm PDT #28977 of 30001

OK, I did click over to the article... didn't see that at first, and Toddson is pretty much right.

I'm still not getting "dress" out of that. I see a naked woman in a shoulder thing.


§ ita § - Sep 28, 2011 12:36:44 pm PDT #28978 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Not enough teats to go around?


Amy - Sep 28, 2011 12:38:40 pm PDT #28979 of 30001
Because books.

I wish I hadn't looked at whatever that is.

Bad farm boy!

I was going to say.


tommyrot - Sep 28, 2011 12:39:06 pm PDT #28980 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

On a random note: I dislike the term "tits", as it reminds me of "teats" and I don't want to associate a woman's breasts with a cow's teats.


Cass - Sep 28, 2011 12:40:29 pm PDT #28981 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

No, I do it even when I know there's nothing in there. Because I'm always sure something's hiding that I've forgotten about.

My fridge has six bottles of cold - but unfizzy - water, condiments and fish for the cat. I still find myself staring. I am hopeful? Oh and a can of diet Pepsi for my uncle in law who lives six hours away.


§ ita § - Sep 28, 2011 12:40:30 pm PDT #28982 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Tits tits tits tits tit.


Tom Scola - Sep 28, 2011 12:41:40 pm PDT #28983 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

Booby.


Amy - Sep 28, 2011 12:42:34 pm PDT #28984 of 30001
Because books.

My problem is there's always assorted leftovers in the fridge, and then you never know how old something is or what's in what container, and it ends up being thrown out when someone finally decides to excavate.


JenP - Sep 28, 2011 12:43:44 pm PDT #28985 of 30001

Dear god, I can't believe I just googled cow nipple dress. I did find a bigger picture which indicates there is a skirt to go along with the shoulder wrap, but, again, I see nothing to indicate it should be called a dress. Unless the model's own nipples constitute the top, since there are... nipples. That is just so weird.

I mean, they're not ugly, the flowerette thingies are sort of pretty, really. I just... that is not a dress.


tommyrot - Sep 28, 2011 12:45:29 pm PDT #28986 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

It's all about using all of the cow.

Next thing you know, there'll be a dress made of cow assholes.