But your cat is stupid. Your cat is a dog.
Let's move the topic train *backwards*.
Hello, Xander's pecs!
I love you! Here's my ass.
I completely missed everything you said; I'm just nodding and smiling.
If the quote list says I'm evil, then I must act evil.
I'm easy, you're cool.
She's boring, she likes two of the same things.
*I'm* getting petted, you're *not*. Deal.
You're a good person; you're going to share your liquor.
The pekingese snored louder than my dad.
Betsy's obsessed in a quiet, understated way. It's cute.
She has Diet Coke! ...I've missed it so.
Don't write that down. That's not humorous, it's an honest expression of my feelings.
Jill's singing about the Diet Coke. Flee! Flee!
I like her now that the show's over and she's dead.
I want my beta-readers to tell me it's the greatest thing they've ever read. Then I want them to beat the shit outta me.
Bad, bad, *bad* bra, Buffy.
I had no respect for him in his early twenties, he was a hormone.
We all should know where our money is because Buffy will be here.
This is a fun place to sit. You can see the full range of facial expressions.
He's a fucking vampire. I don't care how well-adjusted he is.
Data was fully functional. Joyce should be happy.
Can we do Barbie/Xena lesbian slash with the Angel of Death?
I did not bring up the "sticking things up the ass." I want this noted.
We have stereo coughing.
No humor. Let's watch some death.
To cross them we have to first emasculate them.
Oh, my God, there was almost fresh porn from that.
Even if Peter Wingfield walked in this room, he couldn't touch my feet.
And the holding off of orgasm, I love it when a guy does that. It's beautiful.
Yeah, they have Starfleet issue Wonderbras.
Do I have Noah's Ark? Oh, my fucking God.
Buffy does a lap dance.