bubosquared | Quotes!

There's a whole lot of them. I'm pasting them in here so you can see the new ones without having to go to my site, which hasn't been updated cause I'm lazy and hey, now I don't have to feel guily about that because that wasn the only meaningful update I was gonna do anyway.

So, onwards:

Jamie Bell stole my girlfriend.
(Nat; IRC)
- Hush you, Melle. At least I take care of myself when I'm sick. Besides, not having to go to work can be fun.
- You can stay home and play on your computer and torment people :)
- But I do that anyway!
(Steve and Nat; IRC)
Melle, you clean up Tri, and I'll take care of Sid-ney and his nipples, k?
(Nat; IRC)
- Now I want food. And there isn't any here.
* Natlet sends hormonal!Mike to Belgium, with vague hopes that he will find food at Melle's office and bring it back without eating it all.
(Nat; IRC)
*frowns at bot* You have issues.
(Nat; IRC)
And lookit the hair. And the clothes. I'd buy him just for the style tips.
(Nat, re David Bryan; IRC)
If only I played sports in high-school, I wouldn't be bemoaning my lack of female nudity now.
(Nette; IRC)
- *smile, nod, knows better*
- Stubborn. But at least you didn't say it out loud.
- Of course not. That would be...something. I know that much.
(Tri and Nette; IRC)
Trust me, I don't own the page. The page owns me.
(Nette, re the metslash archive; IRC)
There's kinky, and then there's wrong.
(Molly; IRC)
- Suddenly there us a U2 song in my head.
- Yay! Which?
- Mmmmmmmpgh Tobey naked.
- That's a U2 song?
* Amatia shows Bono naked Tobey. There. Now it will be one. Muhaha.
(Molly and I; IRC)
* Nette politely declines. I have my own weirdness, thank you.
(Nette; IRC)
Horse on a keyboard? I don't see the problem. Now if it were a sheep ...
(Nette; IRC)
Night, everyone. Have fun and do all the illegal stuff discreetly.
(Nette; IRC)
* rsadelle eyes the "Even Angels Fall" song. Young Jason really likes you ...
(Ruth; IRC)
Damned peers. They all sit in this box somewhere, talking to Lars, and then he'll decide to send one of them out to disconnect somebody.
(Tri; IRC)
Metalliwives crashed my computer.
(Molly; IRC)
Bono's exposing himself to the world, one body part at a time.
(Nette; IRC)
- Evil evil evil ting! Always disconnecting when i need it most. It's a conspiracy! All the machinery's conspiring against me! But I'm on to them. I'll just sit here and not sleep and then they can't snealk up on me from beh-URK!
* minerva is snuck upon from behind and locked away in a closet.
- Yeah. I think you need sleep.
(Me and Ruth; IRC)
My muses love Bio. They think Mr. Payne is a crackhead. Which he is. But in a good way.
(Nat; IRC)
Well, you could've warned me that you were gonna quote it. What happened to 'q!', anyway? I need warnings like that so I'll know when I've done something stupid. Again.
(Nette; IRC)
The rules of reviewing...
If you're going to leave a long ass review telling me how it's wrong to be gay according to the Catholic church, please leave your e-mail address so that I can HIT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH A STICK!
(I, Takeru; LJ)
Thank yew, thank yew, I'll be here all week. Mostly because my legs have atrophied and I can't leave the goddamn desk.
(Nette; IRC)
* Amatia becomes Hannibal. Brain? Where?
(Molly; IRC)
* Tri watches as once again, Melle tries in vain to resist the charms of a bassist.
(Tri; IRC)
That'll teach you to have conversations with your brain.
(Tri; IRC)
* Tri wails at her capital letters. come baaaaack! i have to flame somebody!
(Tri; IRC)
The middle one is looking more and more male, too, which is CREEPY. Like, oh my god! That's an actual guy!
(Tristessa, re Hanson; IRC)
I no longer have the patience for tact.
(Ruth; IRC)
* Nette eyes Frank the LJ goat warily. Um...
(Nette; IRC)
My problem is not getting enough Yahoo. It never comes when I call. I might need Viagra for this.
(Nette; IRC)
- I never remember half the stuff I say in chat.
- Neither do I, but my logs do! Muahahahahaha.
(Tay and Tri; IRC)
* Nette reminds Tay that halos aren't supposed to look like cock rings.
(Nette; IRC)
Not that my muses actually *do* anything. They just take up valuable space in my head.
(Tri; IRC)
Yeah, suddenly you're traveling to London and have a life, lol.
(Hayz; IRC)
Your Winamp's schizophrenic.
(Nette; AIM)
Hey, don't hate me because I give you bunnies, hate me because I'm a bitch!
(Tri; AIM)
Nyah, Mellie. I found the 'log out' button all by myself.
(Tri; IRC)
Do your brain a favor and your muses will never let you forget it.
(Tri; IRC)
Do not meddle in the affairs of bitches, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
(Tri; AIM)
- Commas, Mellie, use some commas. Commas can be your friend.
- Sorry. I did. It just didn't appear.
- I figured as much, but the Ruth-ness sort of slipped out while I wasn't paying attention.
(Tri and I; AIM)
Moto Psycho can shut Hanson up like *snap* that.
(Tri; AIM)
- Why can't I ever have a non-slutty muse? Why? Why?!?
- Because they love you.
- If they loved me, they'd stop with the sex.
- Okay, so maybe your muses love me.
(Me and Tri; AIM)
Em Under Glass, the ultimate dinner treat.
(Tri; AIM)
LoL! I was about to say--what an amazing credit limit... the whole metclub?
(Hayz; AIM)
The threat of LJ beastiality is potent.
(Nette; AIM)
It's Lars torture. Why wouldn't you quote it?
(Nette; AIM)
I hate you both. Oh, God, Cliff in mesh. I think I just died and went to goth paradise.
(Nette; IRC)
Hey, sacrifice = kill for me. Besides, Frank's not a virgin. Lucifer tends to get pissed if you sacrifice non-virgins in his name. Something about violating hygiene rules and breaking the Sacred Code or somesuch.
(Nette; IRC-
The world only needs one Lars and even that's debatable.
(Nette; IRC)
Lars, stop infecting me! (Nette; AIM)
We'll leave the SBSW to Mol to write. (Nette; AIM)
Molly: Was Incest Girl, upgraded to SBSW Girl, God alone knows what's next.
(Nette; IRC)
And stop making sense. You know I can't handle that.
(Nette; AIM)
I'm dying to shop at eBay, but I'm too lazy. I'm also scared I'll end up buying someone's lung for $50.
(Nette; AIM)
Just look for the big 'I [hart] Lars' sign when I post.
(Nette; AIM)
I see all, I know all, and I do everybody-- er, all. Damn, inner slut got the better of me again.
(Nette; AIM)
I should get 'Quote' tattooed on my arm instead of my birth sign.
(Nette; AIM)
My new mantra: Excuse the oblivious obviousness. I tend to combine my faults into one giant mess to save time when I piss off people.
(Nette; AIM)
I'm listening to Parliament. Neat-o funk music. I want to live in the '70s now. And grow a big 'fro, and walk around in tall platforms, and striped bell bottoms, and a polka dot shirt and, Jesus, I just scared myself back into the present.
(Nette; AIM)
Yeah, I see. You make other people happy too. You're the new Valium lick for the terminally depressed.
(Nette; AIM)
Buffyverse is one giant orgy. It's why it's the 'happy place', depsite the demons and the Hellmouth.
(Nette; AIM)
I'm not surprised. Friends and mp3s stick to you like glue.
(Nette; AIM)
Only you can write Ron/Dave, Obi Wan Slashy.
(Nette; AIM)
- I'm just ... I can lust after men, but only in the same way I lust after a Harley.
- That explains wanting to molest Jason. Remind me never to let you near a Harley.
(Nette; AIM)
Em's in power, Em's in power. Oh, dear, Em's in power.
(Nette; AIM)
Death doesn't scare them, but celibacy does.
(Nette, re muses; AIM)
Why does no one let me beat up their muses? I have all this pent-up rage and no figments of my imagination to abuse.
(Nette; AIM)
Damn, Jason being a slutty speed bomb has to be one of the top ten most unbearably sexy things in this world.
(Nette; AIM)
I write because I crush.
(Nette; AIM)
Maybe Johnny should hire himself out as an instructor. Johnny Rotten's School of Insults, Putdowns, and Combacks. Guaranteed to make someone cry, piss someone else off, and cause as much chaos as humanly possible.
(Nette; AIM)
Damn cute punk. Argh! I just called a punk cute.
(Nette; AIM)
Note to Freud: It's not id, buddy-boy, it's Sid. You fucked up years ago.
(Nette; AIM)
Damn, you can really tell I haven't written for a while. I'm all proud of semicolon usage. This is Not Good.
(Tri; AIM)
Ha. if I'm the peasant, then you're the village idiot.
(Tri; AIM)
I swear, if you keep on yelling 'Q!' I'm going to need a shirt that says 'Blast.'
(Tri; AIM)
Ooh, weird image. You're standing there, wearing a shirt with 'Q!' on it. Beside you, I stand, wearing a shirt that says 'Blast.' Beside me stands Peter Gresser, wearing a shirt that says 'Punchline, <------ Thataway.'
(Tri; AIM)
Yes, you too can win an all-expenses-paid drooling session on Watch That Trent!
(Tri; AIM)
Yup. She's malicious, sneaky, downright mean. Just my type. - *poing*
- Put the strap-on down, Mellie.
(Me and Tri; AIM)

That is all ...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Damned. Didn't make it into the quotes this time 'round.

You'll need to be more amusing, then. Or write me more Dave/James. :)

Dare I ask which Ron/Dave Nette was talking about? ::shudder::

Ron McGovney, former bassist for Metallica, and Dave Mustaine of Megadeth. Seriously, they were cute as hell when they were young and they so need to be slashed. If you ever see pictures, you'll know what I mean.

Hey... randomly... You know what you've done to my brain?!

Looking over stuff at MTV news, and my eyes catch on this:

And I pause, with slashy thoughts.

Fuck. Eep! Soon I will just not be able to watch television or surf the net at all anymore... hahaha...

Lars is such a slut. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. *saves the picture to disk*

Meep! Lars! Bad slut! Heel! Or go fuck Mark McGrath. Whichever. Leave Tom alone.

*covers eyes* My eyes, my eyes, they're burning!

Lars, don't you know that Tom is a total jerk?

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