Joyce: You don't think it's too obvious? I think I look like I have a cat on my head. Buffy: But a very well groomed cat. Joyce: Well that's a comfort.

'Bring On The Night'


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.


Fred Pete - Apr 20, 2011 9:45:46 am PDT #4332 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.

All sympathies, Gud and Daisy.


Lee - Apr 20, 2011 9:47:45 am PDT #4333 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Adding my sympathies and job-ma to the pile, Gud and Daisy.


Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2011 9:50:28 am PDT #4334 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I'll be fine one way or the other. Gud needs the ~ma. I just feel depressed about it.


juliana - Apr 20, 2011 9:51:36 am PDT #4335 of 30001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Adding my sympathies and job-ma to the pile, Gud and Daisy.

Me, too.

Daisy, is it possible to get a scooter or something?


Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2011 9:53:50 am PDT #4336 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

An hour and a half seems a long time on a scooter (even if I knew how to ride). This is what it is [link]


DavidS - Apr 20, 2011 9:56:25 am PDT #4337 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Oh, I'm sorry Jilli!

This is not a good news day.


erikaj - Apr 20, 2011 9:57:08 am PDT #4338 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!

No. So sorry, everyone.


Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2011 9:58:25 am PDT #4339 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Oh no, Jilli! I am so sorry. I think we all need a retreat to buffista island.


-t - Apr 20, 2011 9:58:47 am PDT #4340 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Oh, Jilli, I'm sorry.


Lee - Apr 20, 2011 9:59:17 am PDT #4341 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

oh Jilli, I am so sorry.