You say something silly, stupid, funny, weird, or crazy - I post it here. Because AIM doesn't support profiles bigger than about 800 characters. The lazy bastards.
By the way, I also find our Story Times to be amusing.
Kathleen: It's punk, Blythe! I saw it in an Avril Lavigne video!
Clint: Believe it or not, there are Japanese people who live in Japan.
Kathleen: Surely not, Captain Factoid!
Kathleen: I bet you didn't know blue could burn like that. (In regards to people on LJ who are colorblind)
Kathleen: I've discovered from experience that that's not the best hospital to go to.
Blythe: Why were you at the hospital?
Kathleen: My roommate had a nosebleed. That had nothing to do with her cocaine addiction.
Blythe: That's the Stop Kiss cast, isn't it?
Kathleen: Si.
Blythe: Two points for me.
Kathleen: What, you can't tell with my stellar quality phone photo? FUCK YOU!
Blythe: Fuck you MORE!
Blythe: =^.^= baka baka neko chan says 'anime will never let you get laid'
Tory: YAY! I don't have class tomorrow!!!!!!
Kathleen: Fuck you...I mean, that's great.
Kathleen: (talking about Sailormoon songfics) The whole thing sucks so much. I am just waitng for the fan cd of crap songs to write shit off of.
Blythe: "Goodbye to youuuuu..."
Kathleen: It;s like me writing a story about Mamoru and Motoki and putting it to the song "Tubthumpin."
Blythe: "He was a sk8rboi, she said c u l8er boi."
Kathleen: "Email my heart and say our love will never die..."
Blythe: I was in the bathroom and didn't want to write you guys a novel about it.
Kathleen: (discussing the third Star Wars film and how no one in it is hot.) If there is no eye candy what is the saving grace?
Blythe: I'm sorry, what was the saving grace of the FIRST two?
Kathleen: The first one had ewan in a robe with a sword
Blythe: ... granted
Kathleen: Just so you know, lesbianism can now be packaged and sold.
Blythe: Good thing I have boxes left over from moving!
Blythe: I hope t.A.T.u. isn't famous for long. The music's so-so and their gimicks annoy me.
Kathleen: I think they aren't anymore. Fame's a bitch.
Blythe: But not a dyke, incidentally
Kathleen: GOOD *clicks bold button*
Blythe: FINE
Kathleen: Don't think I won't click the bold button again because my mouse is hovering over it.
Blythe: Well mine is hovering over the "(insert witty sniping here)" button
Kathleen: In the top of my fandom days I could never really do the silver millennium days. I was more of a Crystal Tokyo girl.
Blythe: What's the difference? (LONG pause) I like how you got real quiet in order to not reveal your geekiness
Kathleen: For your information Chibi-usa and Helios share something Beautiful that is ignored by the fandom. *willingly leaves to find cave to die alone in* *pushes the "blythe sucks" button*
Blythe: *pushes the 'Kathleen has no room to tease me' button*
Kathleen: I forgot how deep Lead Crow was. Excuse me
Blythe: Oh fuck you and your fucking-- *hides*
Blythe: Well I'm exchanging you for a friend with a telephone booth
Kathleen: FINE! Me and my portable communication device will have beautiful dreams with Pegasus.
Blythe: I hope your dream mirror shatters into a hundred pieces
Kathleen: Well it won't becuase you suck!
Blythe: Well you smell like despair and shattered dreams
Kathleen: You don't have a starseed because you are a bitter cow
Blythe: Mooooo!
Clint: I was worried you were mad at me about school.
Kathleen: No. Unless you took a test and were stoned and were like, "The numbers are gonna eat me!" and then you realized you never even signed up for math.
Blythe: Shut up, Bitchy McNagmo.
Blythe: Sailor Mercury is DEEP. Her blue hair sumbolizes her PAIN AND SUFFERING
Kathleen: The opening showing tuxedo m(ullet)ask is touching and not at all simialer to a sexual act!
Blythe: The gratuitous lens flares and set made out of cardboard symbolize that their love is eternal and pure and nothing can tarnish it
Kathleen: photoshop fixes EVERYTHING
Blythe: Especially ugly actresses who play sailormoon "If we cgi her hair, no one will notice her face looks like a troll"
Kathleen: no one except for those who DON"T UNDERDSTAND what we are trying to do for the fans
Blythe: I am putting this on the wall
Kathleen: that song (a lame Japanese one that was translated poorly) has gotten me through some hardtimes. I have it in my last testiment that it is to be played at my funeral
Blythe: I will not be attending by the way. My character asamotokun never liked your character. And he is my SOUL CHARACTER
Kathleen: But my character angstinion sacrificed her life for your characters happyness. 3 times
Blythe: Yeah but you stole my characters boyfriend 5 times, because 4 times we thought you killed him. Or didn't love him anymore. Or fell into a black hole. or went to the past. Or ahead to the future
Kathleen: plus that time he died and I cried, used my healing powers to save him and was tragicly faint for 6 minutes then I was back to normal with only angst to show for my troubles
Blythe: And not a hair out of place. Or a torn bit of clothing
Kathleen: except when astheticly pleasing
Blythe: And then it gets fixed really fast
Kathleen: but my character has scars on her back from when she had angel wings
Blythe: Were they ripped from her back by the man who spurned her?
Kathleen: no, she is far too powerful, she sacrificed them to save her orphaned sister. duh
Blythe: Ohhh. I was too busy saving the world from the mecha techa robots of doom
Kathleen: that was a hard battle. What was the theme song again?
Blythe: ikiteshi wa ikimashou ka baka baka neko chan. It means "I am a big anime geek who will never get laid ever"
Kathleen: oh, I had that as my phone ring ^.^
Blythe: Did it go off in your japanese culture class? Wher eyou knew way more about japan than the professor? Who was born and lived there for 85 years?
Kathleen: He didn't know who utena was!
Blythe: oh noes! ^0^ You sure showed him, NE? I'll bet he wasn't sugoii at all, desu.
Kathleen: hai! Kokwaii!!
Clint: I cast a spell and everything.
Blythe: Petrificus totalus?
Clint: O.o;
Blythe: Ya muggle. Yar.
Clint: Yar!
Blythe: Yer just after me lucky char-- DAMMIT! Now MY pirate's Irish too!
Clint: Yeah, don't get those confused. One likes potatoes and the other likes killing people and destroying the Queen's economic trade.
Blythe: OH! Thank you. I wondered why my pirate friend wanted me to make him potato salad.
Clint: *I'm* your pirate friend, you dink.
Blythe: Oh. Want some potato salad?
Clint: Butt pirate! Yarr! Let me board yarrr plank, ye stud maffin
Kathleen: Do you guys think he's part of Mensa?
Blythe: No. Mensa's lame anyway. You can't get laid if you're part of it.
Kathleen: I don't need you guys, I'm redesigning chess for the next millennium
Kathleen: I just want to quit school and Mary Sue my ass somewhere else. I'm just saying that Remus would go see a movie with me right now.
Clint: Well, yeah. But Remus is dead. He dies in book...6.
Kathleen: Remus has SUFFERED he's deep-SHUT UP!
Blythe: I vote with Kathleen on this
Kathleen: EVERYONE must love Remus
Clint: I do!
Kathleen: I hate you
Blythe: You know why she hates you? You're not Remus.
Kathleen: Exactly. JERK
Blythe: You have no idea how much terrified girly screaming I just did
Eric: Quit being such a girl!
Blythe: I am a girl! I'm allowed!
Eric: ....well...carry on then!
Clint: I can see WHERE they'd be funny. I dunno why I'm not laughing. :\
Blythe: Cuz you're a fag. :P
Clint: Cuz YOU are.
Blythe: I'm only half of one. So neener.
Clint: If you're half black and half white, what are you?
Blythe: Whack
Clint: Wait, this just leads to nothing but heartache.
Blythe: YOU KNOW THAT WAS FUNNY
Clint: If you're half male and half...no, never mind. I laughed!
Kathleen: We were busy watching my pirated Britney Spears videos < /shame>
Blythe: Good to know I come below "pirated Britney Spears videos" in the list of priorities.
Kathleen: It's better you know now then later
Clint: Oh hell yeah. I was holding myself laughing when Kathleen yelled at me in German. DU BIST DUMM, KLINT!
Blythe: AH! She even spelled it with a K? That's GOLD, man
Clint: No, I wish she had. :-( My name looks stupid with a K. It's like my name is K-Lint.
Blythe: The new radio station. K-LNT. All it plays is DDR all day long
Clint: The phantom gonna bring you flava
Blythe: < /obscure reference nobody gets >
Kathleen: It's from a Backstreet Boys video!!! < /indignant reply at friends sorry ignorance>
Blythe: < /caring about lame pop culture >
Kathleen: < /telling you that...fuck you!>
Kathleen: Why must I clash and by ugly for both of you?
Clint: Sounds like standard operating proceedure to ME!
Blythe: Sounds like sta- fuck you.
Kathleen: You are ALWAYS a gross shade of yellow. ALWAYS
Kathleen: I'll kill you! *jumps through moniter* GYAAAAAAAAAAAH
Clint: That would so freak me out right now.
Blythe: Whoa, it's like the matrix only not.
Clint: It's like the movie you still haven't seen only not.
Blythe: It's like the SHUT UP
Kathleen: Yay! Group hug everyone!
Clint: *group hug*
Blythe: .... *grumble group hug grumble*
Kathleen: :D
Clint: ;D
Blythe: If you guys are waiting for me to make the :D face, then you can just wait all night, cuz I'm not gonn- Aw, shit
Kathleen: All according to plan
Kathleen: Well you're a guy, you can't tell the difference between your body hair and your pubic hair.
Blythe: Run brilliant_ideas.exe ... NOW! (Geek pride!!!)
Clint: System fault error code 309123-dzil_3=1. Abort/Fail/Retry?
Kathleen: NERD!!!!! Run Taunting_and_finger pointing.exe < /Hypocrisy>
Blythe: How're you two?
Kathleen: Not bad. He, like anyone like anyone who crossed my path today, listened to me lament. And we ate sushit. ... Sushi. Clint is laughing. Hard.
Blythe: Sushit. That's GREAT.
Kathleen: Well I am pouting and you two are having a great time. I'll be in my dressing room! *slam*
Kathleen: Let's all go now. Right now. *leaves*
Blythe: Please tell me you're jo- okay
Kathleen: I love that my sarcasm is faster then your typing, which is fast
Blythe: You win this round, sarcasmo!
Clint: (pasting a conversation with someone else) i did dance with a guy but you didnt hear that from me man
Blythe: HE'S GOT THE GAY! RUN!
Kathleen: take the file. take it take it take it. take take take!
Clint: WOULD YOU SEND IT ALREADY?!
Kathleen: I AM. SAY YES
Clint: It's not even prompting me!
Kathleen: it says its waiting for your ass to accept the damn file
Clint: Well it says you're a stupid whore.
Kathleen: it does not!
Clint: Well, it said something about you cancelling a request, but I interpreted that to mean the request for you to PUT YOUR PANTS ON.
Kathleen: it says "waiting for dumb ass to click "yes""
((Of course, you know Kathleen had to take a screencap to prove her point.))
Eric: Alcohol & calculus don't mix. Never drink & derive.
Kathleen: The anus is like the gay man's vagina!
Blythe: Welcome to Codependent City. Population: WE ARE ONE.
Kathleen: its like a roach motel, you go for spring break and cannot EVER leave me
Kathleen: till i get over you has a chorus of french...which took me a while to figure out becuase i thought they were singing "shut the fuck up do not lie"
Clint: Send it to me! While I clutch myself laughing. I'm crying right now.
Blythe: Sounds like a romance song straight out of blythe land. "Shut the fuck up!"
Clint: All your romantic songs somehow incorporate the lyrics, "But my pants will never leave my legs".
Blythe: Yes, yes they do
Clint: (He posted this picture.) THAT WOULD TURN YOU!
Blythe: Y'know ... he looks a bit too much like a dirty old pirate there.
Clint: Umm, maybe YOU do. (Then he posted this picture.)
Blythe: LOL!!!!! Oh my god, you're my HERO!
Clint: I know, I know.
Kathleen: Clint and I can TOTALLY be heartless harpies
Blythe: Aw, shucks, thanks guys
Clint: I'm not a harpy!
Kathleen: LEARN!
Blythe: j00 5uxx0r5
Clint: j000000 suzors. I tried to capitalize 0... And when I got )))) I was really surprised.
Blythe: Way to go. Stupid l337 and their lack of grammar/punctuation/creativity
Clint: You know why they do that? It's because virgins do stupid things like that. if they were gettting sex, they'd be doing productive things like yelling at hippies. but THEY'RE NOT!
Blythe: I'm not getting sex and I don't do stupid shit like that
Clint: true. but yer a girl.
Blythe: OH! I hadn't realized. Thank you for clearing that up for me. I can sleep peacefully now.
Clint: GOOD!
Clint: I am paraniod and a big nerd!!!!! (well...I am sure he said it at one point. It was in the subtext.)
�Kathleen, trying desperately to get on the wall after a Triad night
Clint: I hate stoners. They�re so dumb. I had one tell me that I should make up a language for gay people. Like a whole new language that only gay people know.
Fia: What happens if you�re bisexual?
Blythe: Then you�re only allowed to understand half of it.
Clint: I need you guys to help me de-gay the room. I don't want my roommate to know.
Kathleen: You might start by putting away all your hair gels and facial cleansers.
Clint: NO! I have to exfoliate!
Kathleen: ... I give it a week.
Clint: I'm so happy. ;.;
Blythe: Urururururu. ;_;
Clint: No, that's my happy crying face.
Blythe: Show me the difference between a happy crying anime typie face and a sad one. Geek.
Clint: T.T Happy ;_; Sad
Blythe: Then you DID make the sad one.
Clint: Yeah, well, hell with you.
Blythe: Do they have frappucino in hell?
Clint: Um, no sweetie, it's hell.
Blythe: Well then I'm not going! I refuse!
Blythe: (discussing the Sailormoon SuperS movie) And we all know that having a relationship with a fairy never works out.
Kathleen: Well it sure didn�t work for Amanda! (who dated two gay guys in a row in high school)
Kathleen: when you guys are being nice it is unnatural.... its like NASA all over again (she asked how it was spelled once)
Clint: I could never be that mean to you intentionally again in my LIFE, Kathleen.
Blythe: He'll wait until your wedding. The guy will go "Speak now or forever hold your peace" and clint will scream, "YOU SOULLESS HEIFER!"
Clint: Yes, Blythe, the "guy"...or priest, as most people refer to him.
Blythe: Unitarians believe in priests?! < /sarcasm >
Kathleen: sometimes they call themselves revrends =^.^=
Clint: We triple-stacked the sarcasm, Blythe. QUADRUPLE! HOLY SHIT! That's a critical mass of sarcasm!
Kathleen: by the way, i love the use of the tags blythe. i feel like a special breed for getting the humor
Blythe: Wouldn't it be neat if I wasn't this stupid?
Clint: I was thinking that, but I love you anyway. ;-)
Blythe: Yaaaaaaay- hey, wait a minute! *glare*
Blythe: Tyhat's great sweetie. Boy I'm tired. Spelling is stupid.
Clint: LMAO - Tyhat IS great.
Blythe: And don't you ever forget it
Clint: I will never.
Blythe: which originally said "Don't you ever forgert it." So stop the forgerting. God cries when you forgert.
Clint: LOL - God cries when you exist! ;P
Blythe: God cries when he looks at your face!
Kathleen: Did you know that Salvador Dali was a surrealist??? Wow!!!
Blythe: I don't think so! *I* see the stuff he paints in real life every day!
Kathleen: Shit, me too
Blythe: I think your book lies
Kathleen: Never mind, I was thinking of those lame ass paintings of tools lollying about the French countryside only to discover that the artist, George Surat, created POINTILISM...what's that you ask? A bunch of fucking dots!!! A bunch of dots that look like murky people from 6 feet away!
Blythe: You are great
Clint: I know. I am so wonderful.
Blythe: And humble and modest and pure.
Clint: And sexay. I'm a sexy virtuous monk.
Blythe: By the way, if my username logs off its because my computer was STRUCK BY A BOLT OF JUSTICE LIGHTNING BY GOD HIMSELF
Clint: LOL - God's too busy playing chess with dead people.
Blythe: That's a lot of chess games!
Clint: Well, he's playing one at a time.
Blythe: That'll take forever! So, I gues he has the time for it.. Whereas I don't even have the time to spell GUESS right.
Clint: No, God's an impatient ass.
Clint: It's not a compliment to be able to fit your penis into a waterbottle.
Tori: I don't eat beef.
Blythe: Fool! Do you know how many cows died for you to not eat- ... waaaait a minute...
Kathleen: Ack! Sorry!
Clint: *shakes head* Geez.
Blythe: Kathleen doesn't really love us.
Kathleen: It doesn't chime when you guys talk.
Clint: I know, I dunno why.
Kathleen: And you know why it doesn't chime? Because I don't love you.
((Discussing an online diary))
Blythe: It makes your eyes BURN, man.
Clint: OW MY EYES. I have afterimages. OW OW OW!
Kathleen: Ah, let me go see. Where is the space?
Blythe: Between (names changed to) and (protect the lame)
Clint: Between (names changed to) and (protect the lame)
Blythe: JINX YOU OWE ME A SODA
Clint: OMG! JINX ABC DROP OUT U OWE ME A COKE! - FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!
Blythe: I love typing faster than you.
Kathleen: Anything of interest? Any observations?
Clint: It's the same diary.
Blythe: And it's really fucking pink.
Clint: LMFAO - That was so bitchy sounding.
Blythe: I know. *hangs head* I'm so ashamed.
Kathleen: None of us ever get that bitchy, Blythe. I am shocked.
Blythe: I know. Your puritan Christian values have yet to change my evil ways.
Clint: Okay, you guys...I think I have seen the error of my ways through sarcasm. ;-)
Kathleen: I like soy milk and pocky and BAKA BAKA NEKO CHAN! ^.^
Clint: LMAO - I double over with laughter every time I see that.
Blythe: I wonder if it would be morally wrong to get panty shots into that anime ... NAAAAAAAAAH.
Clint: Nah, why NOT have a cat in panties? We can hit the pervert crowd AND the yiffy furry crowd.
Kathleen: Everything has panty shots these days ... and now I feel dirty. Damn it.
Clint: I saw a press conference with Donald Rumsfeld where he showed his panties.
Kathleen: ................
Blythe: I think I have to go shower now.
Clint: Me too. :|
Blythe: So sparkly things are good.
Clint: Yeah.
Kathleen: And bunnies.
Clint: And kittens. But not Bakabaka kittens.
Blythe: And definitely not Donald Rumsfeld.
Kathleen: Yeah, Angel has a kid and the kid grows up and has sex with Cordelia and she gets pregnant-
Clint: I haven't seen Angel.
Kathleen: Well don't bother!
Kathleen: (doing a My Little Pony impression) "I know, I'll get a nine year old girl to solve all our problems. ... Well I don't know, I'm a fucking pony!"
Kathleen: Anime people are so dorky. They're like "Baka-baka neko-chan! =^_^="
Kathleen: I have lipstick in my purse. But I also have bronchitis. You weigh out those options and get back to me.
Clint: You know what's gotten really big over here?
Kathleen: Baths. So you should take one.
"Hey Stinkfoot! Where were you raised, you stupid southern cow?"
--Kathleen, after Clint was picking up her waterbottle with his big toe
Dani: And here's the pictures of Lyn as Mamoru. She's a studmuffin.
Blythe: My god she's sexy. And she makes Mamoru look way less gay than any of the originals. And she's a GIRL!
Blythe: I forgot which of my friends told me this, but we were talking about caffeine and coffee and other lovely Starbucks-related things and she told me she was convinced that if she cut me with a knife, I would bleed tan, like the color of Frappucino. So the moral of the story is - don't give me coffee unless you plan on stabbing me later.
Clint: Why do you like chicken?
Kathleen: Why do I like YOU?
Kathleen: Asian candy sucks. It tastes like ass.
Clint: I kinda like Asian candy...
Kathleen: That's because you're gay and you like ass.
Dani: At first I was like, "Oh no, the poor kitty!" and then I realized it was a pile of dirt.
Clint: Did you tell her about Mary Sue, Blythe?! That's the new, fun girl who is much better than Kathleen.
Blythe: With the flashing blue eyes and long white-blonde hair that shimmers in the moonlight?
Kathleen: Shit!! I knew it!
Clint: And she has special powers. And a pony. And a talking cat.
Blythe: And a unicorn. And her boyfriend is Tuxedo Legolas. And the phantom of the opera has a crush on her.
Clint: She's done twenty plays. And ALL of them were on Broadway. And she speaks Gaelic, cos she's Irish.
Kathleen: Mary sue can out stage manage me and beat me up huh? I can't compete with that!
Blythe: And she was the lead singer AND stage manager for all of them.
Clint: And she was also several other minor parts, because she's a good actress.
Kathleen: So if I don't like her that makes me WRONG and EVIL MEAN right?
Clint: Pretty much. If you weren't already.
Kathleen: So I should count myself lucky that she has no ties with the goo goo dolls. I have at least that Mary Sue!
Clint: Oh, did mention that she's Johnny Rzeznik's sister?
Kathleen: FUCK.
Blythe: And her middle name is Iris-May.
Kathleen: My face hurts from laughter.
Kathleen: You broke it! Fix it now! Make it better!
Truck Driver: You suck!
Kathleen: No, YOU suck!
Clint: Cell phone: $85. Bookbag: $75. Piledriving Clint into the carpet: Priceless.
Kathleen: Take that, car!
"Let's see if I can do an impression of a dancer. 'WHY IS THIS CHAIR RIGHT HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE? WHY DOES EVERYTHING SUCK SO MUCH? WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY ISN'T IT WORKING YET?'"
-Kathleen, screaming at the top of her lungs
Kathleen: I can't go to bed until I color Hitler!
Tory: I'm going to name my son Bic Contaminator so when he introduces himself he can go, "I am Bic Contaminator!"
Blythe: I don't get it.
Tory: Say it out loud a few times.
Blythe: I still don't get it.
Tory: Iambic Contaminator!
Blythe: Ohhh! You mean PENTAMETER?!
Tory: Ha ha. Only I would name my kid the wrong damn thing.
Kathleen: Apparently Spike got his name by driving spikes into the ground to make fences for orphans and the elderly.
"Oh my god! Ken got gayer!"
-Blythe, referring to a Ken outfit containing a magenta pink leather jacket
Nathan: We decided that everyone at this half of the table was thinking about sex. Oh, and that Cain is thinking about jumping everyone at the table.
Cain: No I'm not.
Nathan: Okay, everyone except Tyler.
Cain: Well, yeah, okay.
Blythe: Let's see here. Blythe's version of the Vulcan Seramyu in thirty seconds or less. Here we go: "Gimme the ginzuishou! Okay! We have the ginzuishou! Look, I have a pretty ring! Give the ginzuishou back! Okay!" The end.
Dani: You forgot about the vampires.
Blythe: Vampires? What vampires? There were no vampires in that musical!
"We need to write Astronomy Lab: The Movie. We'll make it into a musical. The TA will have a great song. 'Well, Time To Pull Up A Chair ... AGAIN.'"
-Blythe and Kathleen, on various occasions
Kathleen: My history professor made our final essay due two days early. So when I do the ISIS reports (teacher evaluations done by students) I'm just going to let people know how bad his mullet is.
Blythe: Here, hold my purse.
Clint: Why do I have to hold your purse?
Blythe: Because you're gay.
Clint: Well you're gay AND stupid which is WORSE!
Kathleen: I have to go do sign language with Rob after school. Only since we're just beginners, we make six year old ADD kid sentences. "I like dancing ... and CHOCOLATE! My cat is pretty ... and BLUE!"
Dani: Yuta's really kickass. He made such a great Tuxedo Kamen. He was like, the Mamoru of first season.
Blythe: Yeah, because after first season he became a BIG GAY TOOL.
Tory: Damn you to the bowls of hell!
Blythe: Uh, hell doesn't have flatware...
Kathleen: Write my history paper for me.
Blythe: "Back in the 1300s in Europe, there were a lot of people around. Unfortunately, they are all now dead. We will never know their stories. The end."
Kathleen: "Some were named Joseph ... others, Roger or Mary. I'll bet there was even a guy named Joseph who owned a horse named Roger."
Blythe: I'll bet your professor will give that like an A+++++++.
Blythe: I wrote Strongbad an email the other day.
Clint: What'd you ask?
Blythe: I asked what his face looked like under his mask. And that if it wasn't a mask, I asked why he had to tie up the back of his head.
Blythe: Mmm. Frappucino.
Tori: That's about as nutritious as a cardboard box.
Blythe: Yeah, but this tastes better.
Tori: No, actually, it's about as nutritious as ramen.
Blythe: Which, sadly enough, is cheaper than a cardboard box.
Nathan: Hey, it's better than what I'm eating. Processed Crap in a Box.
Clint: I think you're just paranoid.
Blythe: Yeah, let's talk about paranoia, Mr. Walk Three Laps Around My Car And Check The Trunk First In Case There's An Axe Murderer There Before I Get In And Go Somewhere.
Clint: I hate you so much.
Tori: Mmm. Cheese between bread. Not a cheese sandwich. Cheese between bread.
Clint: You know how Blythe calls us a triad?
Blythe: I do?
Kathleen: When did she do that?
Clint: Uh. Well this one time she called us a triad.
Blythe: No I didn't.
((Much laughter from Blythe and Kathleen))
Blythe: So what was the point of bringing this up, anyway?
Clint, sulking a whole lot: Well I thought it would be a good name for a website but now I don't anymore.
Kathleen: Nice shoes. Wanna fuck?
Kathleen: I think you need to take your sarcasm back to the shop cuz it's not working so good.
Clint: Well I had my cynicism meter checked a few weeks ago...
Kathleen: All you have to do to finish the demon Trewanghta is aim at his weak spot which is naturally located in his...hey did I tell you that I lost my favorite shirt?
Clint: GAH! No wonder all the slayers you've watched have died instantaneously!
Kathleen: You always do this!! Nothing I do is ever good enough! It's always "You didn't help me! You were on vacation when the apocalypse came!" or "Five slayers died becuase you were listening to your discman when they were on patrol!" Excuse me for not being perfect!
Clint: You know what I think? I think you're a vampire. I think if I stab you with this stake that you'll become a normal watcher again.
Kathleen: Well I think you aren't a very good vampire slayer becuase you keep sleeping with the vampires. I need a slayer, not a layer. Stupid whore.
Clint: WHAT! I only sleep with...*counting*...there was that time and then...um...FUCK YOU! *stab*
|
