I think not Pyrrhonist. You, I fear, have no chance to survive make your time.
Before you can even figure out what’s going on, your entire house will look like an older McDonald’s location. Are yooouuuu reeeeaaaady for six shades of orange?
We will destroy you all. You will be out there, squatting in your hideous holes that were formerly houses, as we all recline in tastefully decorated studio apartments.
Well, somebody has to play the bad guy or you’re going to have one hell of a weak revolution. Think of the future! Think book rights and movie deals, man! There must be an us vs. them storyline in there somewhere or you’ll never make it out of the can, much less to Cannes. Done right we could have more sequels (and sequins!) than George Lucas. You do like sequins, don’t you?
Can I please be the head of the recruiting department? I want to be in charge of corrupting others to engage in my deviant ways. Please, please, can I, can I, huh?
Oh…and I’d like some position that allows me to use my tits as weapons. That would be great too!
Ooh, I was going to say something in the vein of “better late than nev-ah,” but I see that I’m just in time to squeeze next to SexyWriter and am also in time for these, ahem, ranking contests. Granted, I have missed out on the WonderWoman costume catfights (might just have to go with my Underoos[sup]*[/sup]…), but these things are a small comfort to me.
[sup]*[/sup] This is the is, like, the tenth time I’ve said Underoos in 24 hours. Is it a complex or a fetish?
Oh… very well, I’ll pass up on the title Superdyke if someone else of a higher rank wants it. It does seem only fair. Can I at least be the Girl Wonder?
Well, you’re either a Wookie, or, more likely, you’re The Hulk of the Gay Set. Perhaps instead of turing green you turn lavendar? We’ll call you The Hunk instead.
I’ll stick with Gay Guy, thankyouverymuch, and as Demi-Goddess of the Twinkies, I’ll leave the rabble-rousing to those younger and more adept than I, in my old age. But in my day…
Well, you’ll all be glad to know that I have the official vehicle of the revolution.
I converted the MarxJeep into the QueerMobile by aquiring a big, furry, rainbow steering wheel cover and attaching it to my wheel. I now have the Rainbow Love Machine of the revolution.
:eek: You’ll be sporting fluffy dice next! ULVAN was so much cooler…
Fierra goes off to sulk, still clad gorgeously in black and mutilating a few innocent passers-by en route, pausing only to strangle an irritating peasant using a rainbow boa that floated out of the nearby riot. The riot hastily moved further up the street.
Her figure diminishes as her carnage grows and from the far distance, a muttering can be heard…it sounds suspiciously like
“Fairy dust, Bah Humbug! It’s a plot of the Dark Princess!”
Hi! I’m bi! Here’s mud in your eye! I can fly! Why? It is to die!
Ummmm…wow, there sure are alot of us in here. Is there some corellation between Dopers and sexual preference and brain capacity? I’m all about taking over, especially if annoys the christian right wing faction. : )