Sunday, September 25, 2005

At the Bistro (09/25/05)

Zach: Stupid Yahweh. God damn him!
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Cien: That's what heaven's going to be when we all die - porn and pizza.
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Brad: Thus why you want to go out with a band person.
Sarah: Huh?
Brad: Have you ever heard of double-tonguing?
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Zach: Is it just me, or does the strawberry look like it has gills?
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Zach: I accidentally drew a picture of someone obese.
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Cien: I was looking at a picture of a 4-armed zebra anthro, and I was like, you know, that's really hot.
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Zach: I have an odd habit of sticking things in my mouth.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

At the Bistro (09/11/05)

Shelby: He probably thinks that Santa Claus is real, too.
Leota: And he brings him algorithms for Christmas.

Sarah: Ooh, ooh! I brought tarot cards and a bag of rocks!

Cien: In the music department, we refer to people as instruments.

Sarah: Oh cwute.

Shelby, to Sarah: Do me!!

Shelby: Oh God, I got the Four of Pretzels!

Sarah, about Shelby's tarot reading: Oh, this is a sucky outcome.

Shelby: Well, could it mean that my boyfriend's going to leave me for a gay man?
Sarah: Hmmm.... if you had the Five of Cups or something, but - oh, wait, you did have the Five of Cups.

Cien: Oh, crap. I'm a sinner and God's a pervert.

Cien and Sarah: Nuuuuu!
Brad: Ni!

Cien: ...querent...

Shelby, confused: Did you draw Yoda?
Sarah:

Sarah: Like Yoda, or Darth Vader, or Snoopy...

Shelby: IPA is evil!
Chad: They're fighting over me!

Derek: Our ass table is gone.

Cien: Shut up! I'm reading the Bible!

Thursday, September 08, 2005

At Meeting (09/08/05)

Cien: It was clean when it came out of the mailbox.
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Brad: Except that microwaves don't have genes.
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Sarah: The evil power of TRITONE is at your command!
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Cien: They sell Astroglide! They need to sell oboe reeds!
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Cien: You know, cum?
Sarah: Yeah, I know what spooge is, Cien.
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Shelby (Telling a story): "When she turns her head, it, like, would tear her ear off!"
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Sarah: It's called a protective medallion for a reason. It's supposed to keep gay guys off my boobs.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

At the Bistro (09/04/05)

Katie: I'll be starting a club called, "People Who Know Everyone Think..." "People Who Think..." "People Who Can't Talk."
Derek: I'll be joining you shirt... shortly.
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Cien: Just go get a cucumber lost in your ass by accident.
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Cien: I feel like a giant chicken parmesan. I kind of fly out of my skin when people bite into me.
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Sarah, in the Union parking lot: Look, it's a flip-flop! Jump out and grab it!

Saturday, September 03, 2005

At the Bistro (09/03/05)

Cien, to Brad: I would maul you to death, but I don't want you to stop cuddling me.
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Cien, to Brad: There's something on your pants that keeps jamming into my leg.