Why is everyone around here so goddamn miserable? You all look like someone died.

Well I tell you what, I'm here to help. Grab a beer and tell me all your troubles.

Oh and call me Dean.

Could someone please explain hockey to me? I get the part about big manly men bumping into each other with sticks. I mean, who wouldn't?

*grin*

But the fighting? Allowed? Not allowed?

And why aren't there any cheerleaders?

((Jack just wanted to say hi and so did I. *waves* This seemed like the best place for it.))

Good god it's dull around here. Am I going to have to let a couple of Bludgers loose to liven things up?

"Tell me this," Arthur continued, walking his way backwards into (another) unmarked door. "If..." He turned around, pulling his dressing gown about him as if he were naked underneath (fat chance, that ( Read more... )

Buffy's pretty sure the door in the Council building didn't go into what looks like a ski lodge the last time she went through it. Granted, she's been off on missions for a few weeks, and there's still a lot of construction going on, so she could be wrong. But call it a hunch ( Read more... )