Buffista elf has been a holiday hero! Congrats on spreading so much holiday cheer
I can handle the Oz Full Monty. I mean, not 'handle' handle.
Xander ,'Help'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2016: We know the world didn't end, because, check it out!
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Thanksgivukkahmas, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering.
Go away, 2016.
Burrell - Dec 30, 2016 8:41:30 am PST #190 of 269
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Consuela - Dec 30, 2016 2:13:38 pm PST #191 of 269
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
So 2016 ended with my 89-year-old father passing away. Well, I hope he gets to share a cocktail with Debbie Reynolds.
amych - Dec 30, 2016 2:23:09 pm PST #192 of 269
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'm so sorry, Consuela.
SuziQ - Dec 30, 2016 2:39:44 pm PST #193 of 269
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
My thought are with you, Connie. I'm so sorry. 2016 needs to f right off.
Laura - Dec 30, 2016 2:47:44 pm PST #194 of 269
Our wings are not tired.
Well, I hope he gets to share a cocktail with Debbie Reynolds.
I like this picture so very much. I'm sorry that you have lost him. It sounds like he was a wonderful father, and I know he had a loving daughter.
Calli - Dec 30, 2016 2:57:27 pm PST #195 of 269
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Consuela.
Pix - Dec 30, 2016 3:06:24 pm PST #196 of 269
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I'm so sorry for your loss, Connie.
Amy - Dec 30, 2016 3:11:34 pm PST #197 of 269
Because books.
I love that idea, Consuela. I'm so sorry he's gone.
amyth - Dec 30, 2016 3:27:55 pm PST #198 of 269
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
I'm so sorry, Consuela.
WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2016 5:51:20 pm PST #199 of 269
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.
I'm sorry, Consuela.