June 6th, 2004


dunno if the qualifies

Her: hello :-)
Vurumai: NAKED!
her: no I'm not :-P
her: I have PJ's on
Vurumai: why?
her: because my windows don't have curtains on them
Vurumai: mine dont either
her: are you naked?
Vurumai: the way i see it either i'll entice a hottie lill 125 lb soccer mom to have an affair withe me durring the day
Vurumai: or i'll tortureize kids into avoiding my house
Vurumai: if you see my away from idle and not away then odds are that i am naked
Vurumai: ...i'm quoting myself on that
Vurumai: mainly cause i spelled everything right
the morph node

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ladyjaida: "You've been a very good girl, Hermione, instead of an A you get an orgy." "Actually, Professor Lupin, Mr. Black, I'd rather have the A." "It's my teeth, isn't it."

The whole critique of PoA, in dialogue form, here. Go, go, go.
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Brian Froud faerie

What happens when vets see PoA.

"They looked like clients at the vet's office, even with Remus's scars and Sirius's extreme dishevelment. I would totally sell them Frontline and make sure they knew how to use it. And explain the importance of using regular heartworm protection, but we would need to see the dogs before we could sell them Heartgard."

-- sunqist in a comment here.
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sarahtales has finished writing her book...

"And I am so happy. The world is such a beautiful place. I finished it yesterday and I ran to the train station and I danced and sang on the platform. I believe it was rather alarming. Actually, if I saw some girl with a Joker smile singing 'Feet of a Dancer' in a public place and twisting around poles, I would call the police. 'Yes, sorry, excuse me, officer? Crackwhore on the loose. Seal the exits.' Nobody did this. Why not? Feet of a Dancer, people! Menace to society! If you tolerate this, your children will be crack whores next. I despair of society. IN A HAPPY WAY."
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flemco, on Eclipse cigarettes:

When they first came out in 2001, I tried them and promptly gave the pack sans one cig to a homeless guy. Even HE looked at me funny. The originals tasted like serious ass, like one was smoking a paper-wrapped chunk of unwashed ass that had been hand-dipped in more ass before being used by a hobo to wipe his ass.

On elven health food...

camwyn writes...

Another way you know you're me:

The mental argument of the day with yourself contains the line, "There's no such thing as whole wheat lembas!", and shortly thereafter includes a comment to the effect of, "Hmm, I'd better clarify a whole bunch of butter as long as I'm making this- now where's the waffle iron?"
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On whether being a stripper is a job.

Hath not a dancer eyes? Hath not a dancer hands, organs dimensions, senses, affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer as a cashier is? If you prick them, do they not bleed? If you tickle them, do they not laugh? If you poison them, do they not die? And if you wrong them, shall they not revenge?

-seferin, here.

Actually, the entire thread is funny--and the impetus for the quote earned it a nod on fandom_wank.
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