Blah. Honeymoons are excuses to have lots of sex. And who needs excuses to have sex? Just have the damn sex in your house and save money.
(Molly; LJ)
I don't really know what it signifies about my brain that when I clicked on my HateWatch mail update this evening and saw the headline "Vikings Make Statement Against Klan," I immediately envisioned not the fine upstanding athletes of a well-meaning NFL team but rather a group of bristlingly indignant Heathens Against Hate. This very second, in fact, a tiny little cartoon Thor is marching around my immediate subconscious, hurling thunderbolts at a knot of cowering white-hooded hatemongers, shaking his chainmailed fist and declaring, with typical musclebound Norse warrior eloquence, "Grrrrr!"
(Vali; LJ)
Cauliflower is like albino broccoli. How can you not like it? Why am I wondering about this? Once again Brian and Nick have managed to make my head hurt. I need aspirin.
(LJ!AJ; LJ)
*kicks friends page* I know you're updating, I can hear you breathing!
(Melle, re LJ; MSM)
What do I look like, someone who knows stuff?
(Me; MSM)
- "Scott... you're gay, dude. Sit down and eat your pizza." (Clint Moffatt)
- I don't know what amuses me more, the "You're gay, dude" or the fact that that sentence apparently made perfect sense to him. <g>
(Tri paraphrasing Clint, Me; AIM)
You know, for a bloke who enjoyed drag as much as he did, Adam is incredibly straight.
(Me; AIM)
I am insane. (NSane? Muahahahaha!)
(Me; AIM)
I am the female, British Eminem. *giggles*
(Melle; AIM)
As the saying goes. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and someone needs to stick their shoe up my ass to get the point across.
(Ian Cousin (cherry_bassist); LJ comment)
It's only work if somebody makes you do it.
(Calvin)
- Anyone fancy coming up with the script for JP4? <eg> I'm sure we could do it.
- Dicky Dirt (sorry, Richard Attenborough) turns his attention to an even rarer type of dinosaur. He buys a small island (the Isla Wight) and stocks it with rare cloned rockers. Now, these beasts are usually fruit-eaters (snarf!) but in their trapped condition they turn meat-eater (I give up, you work it out for yourselves!) and start terrorising the population. The climax of the movie is a fight between a Jaggersaurus and a Rayceratops. Sam Neill saving anyone from a crowd of rampaging rockers in stack heels and puce crushed velvet is something I'd pay to see.
(Helen, Sue; Britslash)
I don't steal, I permanently borrow.
(Bono; Promenade)