Your Favorite Forum Quotes

[Scott5114]

There is an overload of vomic being posted in this thread.

I'd say there's been a dearth of plaxum and a shortage of strabbens lately, and it impleases me greatly.

We want BLAD to stay down to avoid BMG, and we want to avoid anyone doing an RBC with a KB.

This isn't a very good forum quote.

[kphoger]

This isn't a very good forum quote.

Then why did you quote it here?

[Max Rockatansky]

This creative snipping impleases me.  I find the capsule must stand.

You've just describe nearly every decision the executive branch has made in the last 13 months.

Relax.

Gordie Howe International Bridge: Relax, guys.

Francis Scott Key Bridge: I have emailed DOGE...

[vdeane]

This moderator edit note:

Moved to CSVT thread because everyone else knew that already.

[kphoger]

The post itself only mildly amused me.  But what's truly amazing is that 10 people "liked" a post that was nothing but emoji.

[Max Rockatansky]

The post itself only mildly amused me.  But what's truly amazing is that 10 people "liked" a post that was nothing but emoji.

Can't argue with a classic.

[webny99]

The post itself only mildly amused me.  But what's truly amazing is that 10 people "liked" a post that was nothing but emoji.

Probably because the original comment was not able to be "liked", so anyone who would have done so just "liked" the laughing emojis instead.

[kphoger]

Probably because the original comment was not able to be "liked", so anyone who would have done so just "liked" the laughing emojis instead.

Ah, yes, I forgot it was a mod comment rather than a true thread post.  Good point.

[1995hoo]

Yeah, it was up in what I guess you could call the post's "dateline." 74/171FAN split it off from the main Maryland thread and put that text as the reason for editing. I found it funny and quoted it.

[webny99]

Same with vdeane's entry just upthread (full context here ).

 In both cases, I had missed the original quip so I was seeing it for first time when it was quoted.

[The_Ginger]

Not technically a quote that has all text but I found it amusing.

[kphoger]

Not technically a text quote

It has text.  You quoted it.

[Plutonic Panda]

Not technically a text quote

It has text.  You quoted it.

Correct and you quoted them quoting the post so now it's official.

[kurumi]

I am back from the dead..... I wonder how long it will take to fix this

[Max Rockatansky]

I am back from the dead..... I wonder how long it will take to fix this

Were the Deadites really actually dead or were they just demons possessing living people?  There is a whole bunch of stuff that goes on in Evil Dead 2 that suggests it is a reversible possession of the living.

[Plutonic Panda]

I am back from the dead..... I wonder how long it will take to fix this

Were the Deadites really actually dead or were they just demons possessing living people?  There is a whole bunch of stuff that goes on in Evil Dead 2 that suggests it is a reversible possession of the living.

I always thought once you were possessed you were pretty much fucked. Once the hot water burns you it's over but the 2nd one says that isn't so. Second one is my favorite.

[Max Rockatansky]

I am back from the dead..... I wonder how long it will take to fix this

Were the Deadites really actually dead or were they just demons possessing living people?  There is a whole bunch of stuff that goes on in Evil Dead 2 that suggests it is a reversible possession of the living.

I always thought once you were possessed you were pretty much fucked. Once the hot water burns you it's over but the 2nd one says that isn't so. Second one is my favorite.

Same thing in the fourth movie with Mia.  She was possessed and later purified after being buried alive.

[Plutonic Panda]

I am back from the dead..... I wonder how long it will take to fix this

Were the Deadites really actually dead or were they just demons possessing living people?  There is a whole bunch of stuff that goes on in Evil Dead 2 that suggests it is a reversible possession of the living.

I always thought once you were possessed you were pretty much fucked. Once the hot water burns you it's over but the 2nd one says that isn't so. Second one is my favorite.

Same thing in the fourth movie with Mia.  She was possessed and later purified after being buried alive.

Oooops. Forgot about 2 and Army of Darkness for some reason. Brain fart. Yep but I meant to say the fourth one with Mia was my favorite one out of the franchise. Rise was pretty good. 2 was also solid.

[Max Rockatansky]

Here are just some of my many hobbies.

Brushes    3    present    teeth, hair   
Clothes    0    present    wearing, buying, donating   
Food    0    present    eating, cooking, leftovers   
Grass    9    present    smelling, mowing   
Hair    2    present    combing, styling, cutting   
Hygiene    0    present    bath, shower   
Internet    16    present    searching, surfing   
License plates    9    present    spotting, registering, replacing   
Mucus    9    present    picking, blowing   
Percussion    9    present    playing    orchestral, drum set
Playgrounds    6    15    swings, monkey bars   
Roads    8    present    maps, signs, trips   
Shoes    1    present    wearing, tying    2 at a time
Sitting    1    present       
Sleeping    0    present    nighttime, naps   
Television    5    present    watching    >10 channels
Toilet    2    present    using, cleaning    #1 and #2, wiping
Walking    1    present       
Words    1    present    speaking, writing, typing, hearing   

[Scott5114]

Good call, I was debating framing that one here too.

[Max Rockatansky]

standards for being pair‑bondable

She just couldn't shake it.  Couldn't cool down.  Couldn't stop wishing that he would place his strong yet gentle hand on her bare upper thigh, and then inch it ever so slowly farther upward until his thumb just barely graced the fringe of her recently trimmed pubic hair.  Good lord! she was practically vibrating with expectation!  And yet there he lay, flat on his back, arms at his sides, perfectly still and perfectly quiet, eyes closed, breathing steady.  Was he even awake?  Probably not.  But maybe.

Almost by accident, but not really by accident at all, Clare touched that forbidden fringe with her own thumb, almost to the point of tickling, and she could feel the moisture building.  Could feel her body temperature beginning to rise.  Could feel her heart beginning to beat just a little more heavily.  Oh, god, Scott, just put your hands on me already!  Feel me, fondle me, fuck me like porn star!  She screamed this silently inside her own head.

She turned her now-flushed head toward him, stared at him in an attempt to determine if he was awake or asleep.  Decided to bore a hole in his perfectly tanned forehead with her eyes, decided to give telepathy a try.

The clock in the living room ticked.  The faucet in the bathroom dripped.  A twig from the bush out front tapped against the siding.

And then.

Then.

He opened his eyes.

"You're awake," she whispered innocently.

"I could feel you looking at me," he said.  Clare quivered.  She was practically dripping juice now from between her legs.

"I love you, Scott."  He gently kissed her earlobe.  She about lost her mind.

"Scott, my love, ..."  She turned toward him, leaned closer, put her lips to his ear, and whispered, "You meet or exceed all my personal standards for pair-bonding."

He put his hand on her thigh.

[The_Ginger]

standards for being pair‑bondable

She just couldn't shake it.  Couldn't cool down.  Couldn't stop wishing that he would place his strong yet gentle hand on her bare upper thigh, and then inch it ever so slowly farther upward until his thumb just barely graced the fringe of her recently trimmed pubic hair.  Good lord! she was practically vibrating with expectation!  And yet there he lay, flat on his back, arms at his sides, perfectly still and perfectly quiet, eyes closed, breathing steady.  Was he even awake?  Probably not.  But maybe.

Almost by accident, but not really by accident at all, Clare touched that forbidden fringe with her own thumb, almost to the point of tickling, and she could feel the moisture building.  Could feel her body temperature beginning to rise.  Could feel her heart beginning to beat just a little more heavily.  Oh, god, Scott, just put your hands on me already!  Feel me, fondle me, fuck me like porn star!  She screamed this silently inside her own head.

She turned her now-flushed head toward him, stared at him in an attempt to determine if he was awake or asleep.  Decided to bore a hole in his perfectly tanned forehead with her eyes, decided to give telepathy a try.

The clock in the living room ticked.  The faucet in the bathroom dripped.  A twig from the bush out front tapped against the siding.

And then.

Then.

He opened his eyes.

"You're awake," she whispered innocently.

"I could feel you looking at me," he said.  Clare quivered.  She was practically dripping juice now from between her legs.

"I love you, Scott."  He gently kissed her earlobe.  She about lost her mind.

"Scott, my love, ..."  She turned toward him, leaned closer, put her lips to his ear, and whispered, "You meet or exceed all my personal standards for pair-bonding."

He put his hand on her thigh.

Beat me to it.

[vdeane]

"Pair bonding" sounds like conducting relationships via Bluetooth.

[Beltway]

She just couldn't shake it.  Couldn't cool down.  Couldn't stop wishing that he would place his strong yet gentle hand on her bare upper thigh, and then inch it ever so slowly farther upward until his thumb just barely graced the fringe of her recently trimmed pubic hair.  Good lord! she was practically vibrating with expectation!  And yet there he lay, flat on his back, arms at his sides, perfectly still and perfectly quiet, eyes closed, breathing steady.  Was he even awake?  Probably not.  But maybe.

Almost by accident, but not really by accident at all, Clare touched that forbidden fringe with her own thumb, almost to the point of tickling, and she could feel the moisture building.  Could feel her body temperature beginning to rise.  Could feel her heart beginning to beat just a little more heavily.  Oh, god, Scott, just put your hands on me already!  Feel me, fondle me, fuck me like porn star!  She screamed this silently inside her own head.

She turned her now-flushed head toward him, stared at him in an attempt to determine if he was awake or asleep.  Decided to bore a hole in his perfectly tanned forehead with her eyes, decided to give telepathy a try.

The clock in the living room ticked.  The faucet in the bathroom dripped.  A twig from the bush out front tapped against the siding.

And then.

Then.

He opened his eyes.

"You're awake," she whispered innocently.

"I could feel you looking at me," he said.  Clare quivered.  She was practically dripping juice now from between her legs.

"I love you, Scott."  He gently kissed her earlobe.  She about lost her mind.

"Scott, my love, ..."  She turned toward him, leaned closer, put her lips to his ear, and whispered, "You meet or exceed all my personal standards for pair-bonding."

He put his hand on her thigh.

Are you referring to Scott Nazelrod?

[kphoger]

Without a shred of sarcasm, I admit that this was a good zinger:

I am not a dolphin that performs on demand.