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You know, I'm not sure if having sex with a beautiful alien enemy because you can't resist her ... secretions... counts as torture. Though having to watch Scorpius lick her boot probably does (having to see Scorpius lick anything is torture-- he's so gross and scaly [even if he does wear a lot of black leather ])
Vaughn just looks like somebody ran over his puppy 90% of the time. The boy is a dishrag. I did really like that scene with Sark tied to a chair, when they gave him the, er, isotope wine. (The science in that show really makes me cringe... I may as well admit that I just watch it for the boys. And Spy Daddy. Can't forget the Spy Daddy.)
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I'm a man with glasses, I'm an avid reader, and I'm so funny that it often physically hurts. And I can sing, and I do an excellent Sean Connery impression.
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Frisco, Jon Boy-- Do some push ups for us. Extra credit if you can do them one-handed and recite Shakespeare.
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*drops and does twenty one-handed push-ups*
"To be, or not to be: that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep."
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:::Promethius walks in front of the girl hatrackers with a sweet potato in his speedo quoting shakespeare that is appropriate for the situation:::
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I must admit. I did meet Elijah Blue Allman. I did come very close to stuttering like a moron. Instead, I asked him for popcorn...seeing as he was eating some whilst standing out on the sidewalk.
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Is there any chance we could just skip you guys talking about stars and go straight to the hot lesbo cyb0ring? Posts: 78 | Registered: Jan 2003
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<- would take a Sean Connery impression over one-handed pushups, Shakespeare, or sweet potato-in-the-speedo anyday.
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Exactly, ni. Riddick, with all his serial killer goodness...he is _hot_. Not to mention he runs around in that really, really tight tank top...."Look at me. I'm BUFF."
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Ambles in with reading glasses on, gray T-shirt and PJ pants (hey, it's late, you can't have it all). *Fixes eyes on Olivet and Kat* *looks deeply troubled* *turns away* *begins to leave* *sighs, accepting the inevitable* *looking back at Kat and Olivet*
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
*whimsical smile* *sighs, knowing it’s all for naught* *leaves*
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*gets out of bed* *blinks* *smiles sheepishly at Ophelia* ... *decides to leave PJ pants on *
Sorry. But most of his sonnets have to do with evil in the hearts of the object of his affections, or within him. None of which are really suitable. Or they go on about love a little too much. Neither being really appropriate for this discussion. Which is why you hear that one so much. It's pretty neutral, so it fits most occasions. (just a long way of saying that it's the only one I know too )
Bravo, Bob! (THough I sort of prefer the monologue that starts, "If music be the food of love, play on...")
kwsni, you SOO didn't warn me that Scorpius was going to kiss Braga. *shudder* Tho, John kissing himself almost made up for it, even with the hubby shouting, "That's just wrong!"
Man-Eating Cow-- Would it help if I said I'd consider switching teams for Claudia Black?
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Oh yeah. I don't think anyone can deny that Aeryn's hot. Was watching Pitch Black last night(hence the riddick comments) and I think her character in that WAS Aeryn. wasn't much different, anyway.
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Olivet, my choir once did a musical rendition of that one! "If music be the food of love sing, sing on sing on sing on sing on" Hmmm... the baritone part was a little repetitive. Wait, none of you can hear me anyway.
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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, How would thy shadow's form form happy show To the clear days with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so? How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in the living day, When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay? All days are nights to see, till I see thee, And nights bright days, when dreams do show thee me.
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*claps at Bob* Bravo! That's wonderful! The PJ pants are nice. This is good practice then. Not currently effective, but good practice.
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Eighty is my favorite - no illusions, no pretentions, no dramatics, no demands. Just love.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove - O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom - If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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I like 65. Sure, it's about how everything eventually decays, but the last two lines are sweet.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's sunny breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steal so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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Dammit! She's right! My attempts to ingratiate myself where all other men have failed has turned against me. I've become one of the girls! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Ah, the girl thread Mind if I join you ladies? I think this pink nailpolish would look just fabulous on Bob, don't you think?
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Must... reassert... manhood *takes big gulp of air* Wait a minute. I'm surrounded by vixens. They're all paying so much attention to me. Playing with my hair, revelling in my company. Quoting sonnets for me... no, TO me! ABOUT ME! Being one of the girls ain't so bad. *whew* I don't know about you hott- um... gals (slick) but it's been a long day. I think we all need a nice long shower, don't you? Posts: 3243 | Registered: Apr 2002
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Hey, I survived nearly six hours of Jane Austen while eating French bread and marinated brie in a room full of girls. Whatever you can dish out, I can take. Also, I do a good Sean Connery voice, and girls dig that.
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Extra credit if you can do them one-handed and recite Shakespeare.
Would it help if I said I'd consider switching teams for Claudia Black?
