Buffy the Vampire Slayer, in the deep, dark recesses of the submarine, posted to your iPad. You dirty, dirty boy.
So, should I or shouldn’t I?
Would I put it in her butt?
I’ll let my osteemed colleague handle that one.
Broccoli. Maybe with a nice cheddar sauce.
What’s my opinion on this new and very odd edition of Clue?
Nice post and username combo. 
No, you wouldn’t. The other girl’s butt, however,…
It’s funny how everything ends up dirty sooner or later.
You like it. You like it A LOT. You’re planning fanfic.
I had some opinions once, but now I just have these vague notions.
What have you got for me, Cat W?
Well, let’s see, you like turnips, celery, tuna, and bread. You don’t like asparagus. You prefer your women tall and hefty (so they can pick you up and run around with you). Leopard-print briefs, navy trousers any day, and you secretly think UK-style football is really kind of silly.
Bacon or Ham? Or striky bacon?
With Big Bird? ::Rowr::
I know this! You want to get freaky with ham not bacon. The ham still has soulful eyes and is more interactive.
Chocolate is evil. Discuss.
Also, black is the new awesome.
I wanna opinion too. Got any more to spare?
Canadian bacon. Which is not bacon. And we don’t call it that in Canada. You’d prefer a steak, anyway.
Hmm, I think you’ve been getting sub-standard opinions. It’s a good thing we caught it in time.
Black is the new pink.
Trees actually do have souls. So do all plants; trees just have bigger ones.
For lunch, on my day off tomorrow: squash curry from the Thai place down the street, or grab something from the grocery store to make a big huge salad?
I’ll accept all that except for the turnips. I rarely even consider them - besides moments like this - nevermind have an opinion on them.