You know you're not old enough to vote when

...the phrase "doing your civic duty" makes you giggle uncontrollably in front of the polling booth's RO.

That said, I did NOT spill any of my Timmy's on my ballot, even after Abby and I made it official by swearing an oath of cohabitation in front of a notary, into which I inserted the line that though she spends most of her time acting seven and looking like jailbait, the red-headed broad's actually legal.

The DRO nearly snorted her Timmy's out her nose, though.

Till death do us Parti Québécois

Sarah: Will you love me forever?

Sandor: No.

Sarah: How about for the rest of our lives, then?

Sandor: No. Just for the rest of YOUR life.

Chardonnay: exposing lesbian subtext since confederation

Sarah: "You know, I think I'd sleep with Steve Martin if given the chance."

Abby: "No shit.  Hell, I'd sleep with YOU and Steve Martin if the opportunity ever presented itself."

Now isn't the winter of her discontent

Sarah: "It's snowing."

Abby: "You know what makes more sense than 69?"

Sarah: ...

Abby: "An inverted 77."  <mimes obscenity>  "Think about it."

Christmas shopping made easy, via msn

Sarah: "You know you could've asked me that, like, four years ago, when it happened."

Ashley: "Yeah, it's just that we never had much of a sisterly bong."

...

Ashley: "...bonD.  Sisterly bonD."

Sarah:" 'course, we never had much of a sisterly bong, either."

"Here, drink this kool-aid."

Abby: "Wanna just not wake up tomorrow?"

Sarah: "Yeah, kinda."

Because when you sacrifice them in the kitchen, the blood gets everywhere, THAT'S why

Maytag repair man: "Okay, 'fess up: which one of you two girls was washing chickens?"

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Passing moment in the Sabby house

Telephone: "Ring!"

Sarah: "Hello?"

Person on the other end: "How does one deal with a magic penis?"

Sarah: " I don't know. That's a good question."

Person on the other end: "Isn't it?"

Sarah: "I certainly think so."

<pause>

Person on the other end: "Wait, you're not Abby."

Sarah: "I know."

Abby, picking up: "Hello?"

Sarah: "That's Abby."

Abby, hanging up: *click*

Sarah: "Bye." <hangs up>

Abby, wandering into Sarah's room: "Who was that?"

Sarah: "Dunno.  I think it was for you."

Tampax can just stuff it

Abby, after watching a commercial for a "revolutionary new tampon like never before!":

"Seriously? There's only so many ways to assemble some cotton with a string that goes up your woo."

All you need

Abby: "I love you."

Sarah: "Oh yeah? Why?"

Abby: "I dunno.  I'm never really sure."

Sarah: "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

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I read: codex

  • Hugh Maclean: Ben Jonson and the cavalier poets;: Authoritative texts, criticism (A Norton critical edition)
    My love for the Norton Critical Edition knows no bounds of decorum, what with the footnotes handily dangling at the bottom of the page, the effective but not-excessive use of white space and the pages and pages of charming formalist criticism handily excerpted for one's edifying pleasure, and this fine specimen is not only crammed with the verses of Carew and Herrick and Shirley and Waller and Suckling, but the Benniest of Bens himself. Aaaaaah.
  • Margaret Atwood: Strange Things : The Malevolent North in Canadian Literature  (Clarendon Lectures in English Literature)

    Margaret Atwood: Strange Things : The Malevolent North in Canadian Literature (Clarendon Lectures in English Literature)
    Right to the frosty tips of my Maritime 'burg nestles the omnipresent appreciation of all things Canadian - lest not forget, 'natch, that this is Lower Canada, first founded, settled by those who settled and therefore most appropriate dwelling-place for some serious CanLitticism on a chilly eve - a hunger best feasted with the reigning Empress of post-Dominion Culture, here her own splendid Wendigo-fed self most engaging with a bemused discussion of the particular neuroses provoked by our frozen mythoscape that are so lovingly delineated by myriad earnest PhD dissertations from sea to sea to sea.

  • Candace Savage: Crows : Encounters with the Wise Guys

    Candace Savage: Crows : Encounters with the Wise Guys
    Seduced by the caw of the wild that blankets the UNB campus with a murderous cacophany of harbingers of death at the same time every fall, I put this on my Chrismas list hoping for some new insight into these amazing creatures that mimic human speech and modified tool use - instead, I found surprizingly mediocre musings on evolutionary biology from an unqualified, underresearching hack writer made bearable only by a bevy of lovely photographs and images of our witty black-feathered bretheren.

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