And they are very nice ones.
And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! ... You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Jun 01, 2005 6:36:31 am PDT #8409 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 01, 2005 6:37:01 am PDT #8410 of 10001
What is even happening?
Cuz I'm a cowboy...
Sophia Brooks - Jun 01, 2005 6:37:57 am PDT #8411 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
on a steel horse I ride....
Vortex - Jun 01, 2005 6:38:26 am PDT #8412 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
remember that horrible movie Moonlight and Valentino. he looked REALLY good in that.
Cuz I'm a cowboy...
on a stale horse I ride
cause I'm wanted (waaan-ted)
dead or alive. . .
what? I had a little heavy metal phase in high school.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 01, 2005 6:38:28 am PDT #8413 of 10001
What is even happening?
I'm wanted...
Topic!Cindy - Jun 01, 2005 6:38:47 am PDT #8414 of 10001
What is even happening?
Steel horse, Vortex.
ChiKat - Jun 01, 2005 6:39:30 am PDT #8415 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
He does have his moments. ROWR...
Cuz I'm a cowboy...
Where is SuperPornyPants when I need her? You know there is something about riding me going through my head right now.
Vortex - Jun 01, 2005 6:40:50 am PDT #8416 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
huh. I always thought it was the whole tired metaphor, stale horse. But then, the loaded six string should have given me a clue.
§ ita § - Jun 01, 2005 6:43:00 am PDT #8417 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm more of a Bed Of Roses girl myself:
When you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonite I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely
brenda m - Jun 01, 2005 6:45:56 am PDT #8418 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
huh. I always thought it was the whole tired metaphor, stale horse.
Wait, what?