Dammit!

[bubosquared]

With the mulitple posts.

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)