I’m a chain!!!
Let’s be Steel Magnolias
by Anonymous | reply 166 | May 8, 2024 1:55 AM |
I’m the thousands of Easter Eggs.
Who the hell had time to hard boil and dye all of those?
by Anonymous | reply 1 | April 28, 2024 2:05 PM |
I'm the tedious, formulaic script and the inauthentic performances.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | April 28, 2024 2:05 PM |
I’m blush and bashful.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | April 28, 2024 2:07 PM |
I'm pre-booze Dylan McDermott before I fucked up my looks with vodka.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | April 28, 2024 2:38 PM |
I’m track lighting
by Anonymous | reply 5 | April 28, 2024 2:41 PM |
I’m the red velvet armadillo cake, topped with gray icing.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | April 28, 2024 2:44 PM |
I’m the Winter Wonderland music that is a perfect transition for the beauty contest
by Anonymous | reply 7 | April 28, 2024 2:45 PM |
I’m Nancy Beth Marmillion.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | April 28, 2024 2:55 PM |
I'm in the bunny costume and I can't see shit!
by Anonymous | reply 9 | April 28, 2024 2:58 PM |
I’m the sanctuary that looks like it’s been hosed down with Pepto Bismol.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | April 28, 2024 2:59 PM |
I'm Janine Turner getting caught with my tinsel down around my knees
by Anonymous | reply 11 | April 28, 2024 2:59 PM |
I'm the sink from which Drum removes the dishes before he pees in it.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | April 28, 2024 3:01 PM |
I’m gay Steve with track lighting.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | April 28, 2024 3:01 PM |
I'm the juice.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | April 28, 2024 3:01 PM |
I'm annelle's contact lens. Nobody move!
by Anonymous | reply 15 | April 28, 2024 3:03 PM |
I’m Ouiser. The older I get the uglier I get.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | April 28, 2024 3:04 PM |
I'm the bag of tomatoes Ouiser sits on
by Anonymous | reply 17 | April 28, 2024 3:05 PM |
I’m the two pigs fighting under the blanket/dress of Janice Van Meter.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | April 28, 2024 3:06 PM |
I'm the box of "Southern Hair" magazines
by Anonymous | reply 19 | April 28, 2024 3:07 PM |
I’m the gun used to shoot the birds out of the tree.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | April 28, 2024 3:09 PM |
We are the latest styles that one needs to keep abreast of.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | April 28, 2024 3:13 PM |
We are Mark, Rick, and Steve.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | April 28, 2024 3:18 PM |
I'm A Tale of Two Kidneys.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | April 28, 2024 3:20 PM |
I’m the condoms on Shelby and Jackson’s car.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | April 28, 2024 3:26 PM |
I'm Clairee's gay nephew Marshall.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | April 28, 2024 3:56 PM |
I am appalled at R2’s comment!
by Anonymous | reply 26 | April 28, 2024 4:02 PM |
Rubbahs, R24.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | April 28, 2024 4:06 PM |
I’m Dolly Parton’s inability to comprehend how a Georgia girl like Julia Roberts has the worst Southern accent of all.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | April 28, 2024 4:08 PM |
I'm Ruth Robeline's twisted, troubled soul.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | April 28, 2024 4:10 PM |
I'm the longest nose hair in the free world -- which belongs to Owen Jenkins.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | April 28, 2024 4:14 PM |
I'm not understanding what's so tough about these people?
by Anonymous | reply 31 | April 28, 2024 4:19 PM |
I'm Doly's melted butter.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | April 28, 2024 4:33 PM |
I'm Shelby's corpse, rotting in the cold, cold ground with worms playing pinochle on my snout because Mommy couldn't bear the thought of cremating me. Come visit me NOW, you controlling bitch.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | April 28, 2024 5:07 PM |
I’m insulin. No one in this movie has heard of me.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | April 28, 2024 5:20 PM |
I’m half the people in Chinquapin Parish who’d give their eye teeth to take a whack at Ouiser!
by Anonymous | reply 35 | April 28, 2024 6:28 PM |
I'm Pam. I hand Shelby her bag in the maternity ward without noticing the first twinges of her impending coma. It's not that I'm a bad nurse; I just don't like her. Fuck her and her pink everything.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | April 28, 2024 6:33 PM |
I'm Pam. I DID notice. Also that wasn't the first time I saw that something was going on with her but she was such a cunt to the nurses and staff we were never gonna tell anyone. We had bets on when she'd actually eat it. I didn't win but came real close.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | April 28, 2024 6:41 PM |
I'm Jackson's load, blown in the cemetery parking lot in the pussy of Tanya - a secretary from the law firm.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | April 28, 2024 7:36 PM |
I'm the mismatched manger scenes for incredibly low prices at the Shreveport Baptist bookstore fire sale.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | April 28, 2024 7:52 PM |
I'm the burning pot of spaghetti sauce when Jackson came home. I was all she ever cooked, noodles and spaghetti sauce. Boy, did she have those four old bitches fooled about what a wonderful wife she was.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | April 28, 2024 8:47 PM |
I am the finely ground glass that Jackson used to inject Shelby with when she would ask him to give her her insulin shot. He did this for about a year before she had her “stroke”.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | April 28, 2024 9:09 PM |
We piped the soundtrack on loop as background music for our County Historical Museum exhibit rooms.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | April 28, 2024 9:10 PM |
I'm cuppa, cuppa, cuppa and served over ice cream.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | April 28, 2024 9:12 PM |
I'm the grape (or aubergine?) football uniforms.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | April 28, 2024 9:14 PM |
I am stunned looking at the hot 46 year-old Sam Shepard.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | April 28, 2024 10:19 PM |
[quote]We piped the soundtrack on loop as background music for our County Historical Museum exhibit rooms.
It is a perfect illustration of a lazy summer day and evening in rural America.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | April 28, 2024 10:26 PM |
I’m time marchin’ on across your face.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | April 29, 2024 7:09 AM |
I’m Aunt Fern’s inadequate counter space.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | April 29, 2024 2:12 PM |
I’m the birds Drum is trying to get rid of before they start shitting on the wedding guests.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | April 29, 2024 4:53 PM |
I'm Sammy Dwayne DeSoto's beer in Annelle's Frigidaire.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | April 29, 2024 4:57 PM |
I'm one of the totally dispensable male roles invented for the film
by Anonymous | reply 52 | April 29, 2024 5:06 PM |
I’m the mirror. Does anyone have one???
by Anonymous | reply 53 | April 29, 2024 5:28 PM |
I'm the Piggly Wiggly where you can run into Owen Jenkins
by Anonymous | reply 54 | April 29, 2024 6:23 PM |
I’m Shelby’s first signs of crows feet.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | April 29, 2024 6:36 PM |
I’m the glass of juice, drink it Shelby!
by Anonymous | reply 56 | April 29, 2024 6:45 PM |
I'm Annie Potts and I coulda done well in this film.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | April 29, 2024 7:38 PM |
I’m the pork and beans. Drum eats them with everything
by Anonymous | reply 58 | April 29, 2024 7:57 PM |
I'm the frightened fish.
by Anonymous | reply 59 | April 29, 2024 9:08 PM |
I'm Ouiser in the locker room pretending to check my makeup in my compact while really checking out all the nude mens...
by Anonymous | reply 60 | April 29, 2024 9:44 PM |
I'm the two younger brothers who never seem to age over the four plus years the film covers.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | April 29, 2024 9:53 PM |
In that grape shit nobody wants to hear about.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | April 29, 2024 10:16 PM |
I’m the bench Clairee won’t get off of.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | April 29, 2024 10:19 PM |
I'm the chicken you bite the head off of (but not on the first visit) at Annelle's church.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | April 29, 2024 10:54 PM |
I’m Clairee’s luggage.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | April 30, 2024 10:37 AM |
We’re the awards circuit for that year.
We laugh from cold maw of SPACE!
by Anonymous | reply 66 | April 30, 2024 10:48 AM |
I'm track lighting.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | April 30, 2024 5:41 PM |
I'm the house wine of the South.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | April 30, 2024 6:40 PM |
I'm the correctly spelled tattoos on Spud's girlfriend.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | April 30, 2024 6:44 PM |
I'm the sink where Drum pees.(after he removes the dishes)
by Anonymous | reply 70 | April 30, 2024 7:15 PM |
I'm M'Lynn's wasted kidney.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | April 30, 2024 8:02 PM |
I'm Julia's undeserved Oscar nomination
by Anonymous | reply 72 | April 30, 2024 8:03 PM |
I'm R70 and didn't bother reading to R12 before posting my "witty" answer.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | April 30, 2024 8:49 PM |
I'm Janice Van Meter and I do not have the decency to wear a girdle...
by Anonymous | reply 74 | April 30, 2024 8:53 PM |
I'm Ouiser's dog. If I had hair I'd be a Saint Bernard.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | April 30, 2024 8:58 PM |
I'm praying because the elastic is shot in my pantyhose.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | April 30, 2024 9:13 PM |
I'm helmet hair.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | April 30, 2024 9:46 PM |
I’m Clairees roots that need done.
by Anonymous | reply 78 | April 30, 2024 10:10 PM |
I'm the something that M'Lynn wants to hit at the cemetery.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | April 30, 2024 10:21 PM |
I'm the bad mood that Ouiser has been in the for the past 40 years.
by Anonymous | reply 80 | April 30, 2024 10:23 PM |
I'm Ruth Robeline. My whole life has been an experiment in terror. When it comes to suffering, I'm right up there with Elizbeth Taylor.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | April 30, 2024 10:34 PM |
I'm a VCR. I'm worth getting married for.
by Anonymous | reply 82 | April 30, 2024 10:54 PM |
I'm a new version of this thread that pops up every year or so.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | April 30, 2024 10:59 PM |
Shelby, drink your juice.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | April 30, 2024 11:02 PM |
Ouiser , you still cuttin.your own hair?
by Anonymous | reply 85 | April 30, 2024 11:12 PM |
I’m the tomatoes that you’re supposed to grow when you’re a woman from the south.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | May 1, 2024 3:39 AM |
They single handedly convinced people to avoid Louisiana
by Anonymous | reply 87 | May 1, 2024 4:59 AM |
I’m Ouiser’s pig from hell.
by Anonymous | reply 88 | May 1, 2024 5:14 AM |
I'm Annelle's personal tragedy that will not interfere with her ability to do good hair.
by Anonymous | reply 89 | May 1, 2024 5:25 AM |
I'm the pot of marinara boiling over on the stove while Shelby is seizing outside.
by Anonymous | reply 90 | May 1, 2024 12:31 PM |
I'm Tommy. I sleep in the same room as my brother Jonathan. Sometimes we get naked and sleep in the same bed and, on occasion, jack each other off or suck each other. But, no homo.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | May 1, 2024 1:36 PM |
I’m the handkerchief wiping away my drool while gazing at the extremely hot, Dylan McDermott. 🥵
by Anonymous | reply 92 | May 1, 2024 1:41 PM |
I’m the Ouiser getting her bikini line waxed.
by Anonymous | reply 93 | May 1, 2024 1:50 PM |
I’m Dolly’s song “Eagle When She Flies”. The producers opted not to use me.
by Anonymous | reply 94 | May 1, 2024 1:53 PM |
I’m the equally smarmy and unnecessary Lifetime remake with an all black cast.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | May 1, 2024 2:07 PM |
I'm the old Datalounge thread that asked how long Shelby's son would have waited before starting to eat her corpse if his dad hadn't come home.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | May 1, 2024 3:18 PM |
I'm the Mercedes Benz that Ouiser is having an affair with.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | May 1, 2024 6:02 PM |
I'm the smile that Ouiser gave that son-of-a-bitch Drum Eaton when she saw him in the Piggly Wiggly.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | May 1, 2024 6:22 PM |
We're the Christian women who fried the chicken and we have unspoken misgivings about existing in the same universe as Spud, let alone Mark, Rick, and Steve.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | May 1, 2024 6:33 PM |
I'm the secretary Jackson marries to take care of his needs and Sammy after Shelby croaks. You knew that hot piece wouldn't stay single for long.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | May 1, 2024 6:42 PM |
I’m M’lynn’s ghetto ass name.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | May 1, 2024 9:41 PM |
I'm the house wine of the South!
by Anonymous | reply 102 | May 1, 2024 9:56 PM |
r102, meet r68.
by Anonymous | reply 103 | May 1, 2024 10:05 PM |
I’m Sally Field aggressively shoving the juice cup into Julia Roberts’s face.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | May 1, 2024 10:36 PM |
I'm Jack Junior who should have been nominated for an Oscar for that whole shrieking and pointing scene
by Anonymous | reply 105 | May 1, 2024 10:47 PM |
R103, then can I be the best cherry coke in the history of the world?
by Anonymous | reply 106 | May 1, 2024 10:54 PM |
Just as long as there is no beer in my Frigidaire, r106
by Anonymous | reply 107 | May 1, 2024 10:59 PM |
We're Cindy Williams, Elaine Stritch, Sally Kirkland, and Polly Bergen.
by Anonymous | reply 108 | May 2, 2024 1:02 AM |
I love you more than my luggage, R107
by Anonymous | reply 109 | May 2, 2024 1:51 AM |
I'm the magnolia tree that the judge has not decided who's it is.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | May 2, 2024 2:07 AM |
I'm the Armadillo cake. I have grey icing.
by Anonymous | reply 111 | May 2, 2024 2:13 AM |
I'm the lack of enough counter space for a cake shaped like a snake.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | May 2, 2024 2:19 AM |
[24] I’m the condoms on Shelby and Jackson’s car.
“IT’S TACKY!”
I’m the one who laughed out loud and appreciated her truly Southern bent and emphasis on Tacky.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | May 2, 2024 2:58 AM |
I'm Lee Radziwill, sitting where I ought not and fucking Julia Roberts over.
by Anonymous | reply 114 | May 2, 2024 3:48 AM |
I'm Clairee's, spirit animal.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | May 2, 2024 3:51 AM |
I'm not reading this entire thread before posting my duplicate answer thinking I'm the first.
by Anonymous | reply 116 | May 2, 2024 11:35 AM |
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
We’re looking at you, R111. Please see R6.
by Anonymous | reply 117 | May 2, 2024 12:12 PM |
I'm the coffee that just kicked in.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | May 2, 2024 12:59 PM |
I'm Anne Boleyn's six fingers.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | May 2, 2024 1:37 PM |
I am the live chicken they make you eat at one of Annelle's bible-thumping tent revivals. Just not on your first visit
by Anonymous | reply 120 | May 2, 2024 1:41 PM |
I’m the obnoxious behavior of the main cast members being interviewed by Oprah on her talk show.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | May 2, 2024 1:43 PM |
I’m Herbert Ross treating Julia like shit.
by Anonymous | reply 122 | May 2, 2024 2:28 PM |
I am the god-awful wig they got for Julia after Truvy cut her hair short.
by Anonymous | reply 123 | May 2, 2024 3:11 PM |
I’m the clash of cunts that happens when you put Julia Roberts, Shirley Maclaine and Herbert Ross on one movie set. With a sprinkling of jet set cunt when Princess Lee Radziwill visits her soon to be third husband on the set.
Amazing that nobody ended up dead in a bayou with all that cuntery in one place.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | May 2, 2024 3:17 PM |
Shelby’s godawful short haircut was unfortunately very much of its time for women of her same station.
by Anonymous | reply 125 | May 2, 2024 6:53 PM |
I love Julia, but she NEEDS long hair!
by Anonymous | reply 126 | May 2, 2024 8:32 PM |
R125 yes but it LOOKED like a bad wig from the Raquel Welch rejects pile.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | May 2, 2024 9:41 PM |
Who cares what Shelby's hair looks like she Shelby has been driving nails up her arms!
by Anonymous | reply 128 | May 2, 2024 9:48 PM |
I'm the kidney.
by Anonymous | reply 129 | May 2, 2024 9:50 PM |
I'm Sammy's beer can that Annelle poured down the drain.
by Anonymous | reply 130 | May 2, 2024 10:01 PM |
I'm iced tea, the house wine of the South.
by Anonymous | reply 131 | May 2, 2024 10:02 PM |
I'm M'Lynn's hair, a brown football helmet.
by Anonymous | reply 132 | May 2, 2024 10:03 PM |
I'm Annelle's mismatched mangers and Baby Jesus ornaments.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | May 2, 2024 10:10 PM |
[quote]I'm Sammy's beer can that Annelle poured down the drain.
How do you pour a beer can down a drain? Beer, yes. The can?
by Anonymous | reply 134 | May 2, 2024 10:12 PM |
[quote]I'm Annelle's mismatched mangers and Baby Jesus ornaments.
Annelle cleaned them out of the Baby Jesuses from the mis-matched manger sets.
Fuck, have you even SEEN the film?
by Anonymous | reply 135 | May 2, 2024 10:13 PM |
I"m Bunky, that's her ex-husand. I took everything.
by Anonymous | reply 136 | May 3, 2024 12:55 AM |
R134 & R135, you need to get out more. You’re quite over the top over this.
by Anonymous | reply 137 | May 3, 2024 1:08 AM |
Were eggs. Lots and lots of them, rolling inside, underneath and around a lot of really weird and pretentious Southern fraufolk. Plus with Sybil doing a Minnie Pearl accent.
by Anonymous | reply 138 | May 3, 2024 1:23 AM |
^We’re. Sorry, y’all!
by Anonymous | reply 139 | May 3, 2024 1:23 AM |
I'm Truvy's strict policy that nobody is allowed to cry alone in her presence.
by Anonymous | reply 140 | May 3, 2024 1:41 AM |
You want clash of cunts R124, I got your clash of cunts.
by Anonymous | reply 141 | May 3, 2024 1:46 AM |
I'm Truvy's casserole gettin' all bubbly. That's how you know I'm ready.
by Anonymous | reply 142 | May 3, 2024 2:33 AM |
We're boys and money. We never stick to Truvy.
by Anonymous | reply 143 | May 3, 2024 2:44 AM |
I'm the ice cream on top of Cuppa Cuppa Cuppa to cut the sweetness.
by Anonymous | reply 144 | May 3, 2024 11:33 PM |
I'm the radio Truvy threw against the wall when she couldn't figure out where the batteries went. She knows now she was suffering from pre-menstrual syndrome!
by Anonymous | reply 145 | May 3, 2024 11:46 PM |
Sim almost through with DL
This type of thread stinks up Dl
by Anonymous | reply 146 | May 3, 2024 11:56 PM |
We're the anonymous sick tickets.
by Anonymous | reply 147 | May 3, 2024 11:58 PM |
I'm the melted wax pot that Spud played with as they talked about dead Shelby. I make you pretty.
by Anonymous | reply 148 | May 4, 2024 1:10 AM |
I’m the Halloween bridal shower with the monster motif.
by Anonymous | reply 149 | May 4, 2024 1:21 AM |
I’m Ouiser’s serial killer handwriting.
by Anonymous | reply 150 | May 4, 2024 2:41 AM |
I’m Dolly’s wig moving very noticeably on her head.
by Anonymous | reply 151 | May 4, 2024 2:49 AM |
I'm picking up twenty minutes into the story from the last time I tried to stream this movie.
by Anonymous | reply 152 | May 4, 2024 3:22 AM |
I'm Elizabeth Arden suing Truvy and her fucking red door.
by Anonymous | reply 153 | May 4, 2024 2:17 PM |
I'm the hired locals for the wedding reception who look like real southern, small town folk
by Anonymous | reply 154 | May 4, 2024 6:20 PM |
I'm Annelle's water which broke.
by Anonymous | reply 155 | May 4, 2024 8:15 PM |
I'm the fart which offends M'lynn
by Anonymous | reply 156 | May 4, 2024 9:27 PM |
I’m the red beans and rice. I freeze beautifully
by Anonymous | reply 157 | May 4, 2024 10:09 PM |
We're everyone else in Natchitoches. We only tolerate the Eatentons because they had great food at the wedding and the Christmas party was something to do on an otherwise boring Saturday night. Otherwise we all know better than to get involved in anything M'Lynn or her little circle of friends do. They all act so entitled and above everyone in town so we just steer clear of them. And you didn't hear it from me, but NOBODY in town felt sorry about what happened to Shelby, she was the bitchiest one of all of them. And in case you hadn't noticed none of the women in town get their hair done at Truvy's. Nobody needs to walk around looking like some truckstop whore.
by Anonymous | reply 158 | May 4, 2024 10:59 PM |
I'm the accessories that give humans the ability to separate from all other animals.
by Anonymous | reply 160 | May 6, 2024 11:31 AM |
Whoever plays Jackson in that unsold pilot at R159 is as attractive as a wet fart. Pass.
by Anonymous | reply 161 | May 6, 2024 11:41 AM |
We're Ouiser, M'Lynn, Clairee, and Shelby.
by Anonymous | reply 162 | May 6, 2024 7:22 PM |
R162 there was a Truvy's 2... so there must have been more customers.
by Anonymous | reply 163 | May 6, 2024 7:26 PM |
I'm Ouiser: I'm not as sweet as I used to be.
by Anonymous | reply 164 | May 8, 2024 1:26 AM |
I'm Herbert Ross, salivating, during the locker room scene.
by Anonymous | reply 165 | May 8, 2024 1:37 AM |
I'd the magnolia's you got from MY tree. THAT IS MY TREE
by Anonymous | reply 166 | May 8, 2024 1:55 AM |