And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen (_redpanda_) wrote in metaquotes,
And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen

Memo to me: Never be Eliza Dushku's friend. The daily pressure from [my boyfriend] to be found caught in a compromising position with her and invite him into group sex would be ba-- I mean, it would be just horr--

Memo to me (amended): Become Eliza Dushku's friend.

-- mice

These days I can rather vividly imagine two random ljers talking.

"Doesn't ring a bell."
"He's that devastatingly attractive guy with the hardon for political bullshittery and a fervent desire to piss in Michael Moore's cornflakes. Y'know."
"Oh, yeah!"

P.S. Something occured to me and I'd like to forestall it. If anyone interprets this post as the encouragement to chime in with something to the tune of "oh, no! Your real reputation is that you look like Johnny Depp and are smarter than Stephen Hawking!" I am defriending you like you were a spambot.

-- doqz
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