My Dear, do I have to lock up my shampoo with you around?Um, no, but you may have to put up with my hair smelling like Seagram's.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My Dear, do I have to lock up my shampoo with you around?Um, no, but you may have to put up with my hair smelling like Seagram's.
Um, no, but you may have to put up with my hair smelling like Seagram's.
Hopefully gin, 'cause? Pine-y.
Whiskey? NSM.
Pay well?
In love and adoration. They say you can't buy that.
The imagery was like poetry, only I'm not usually into poetry, except when I am, so even better.
Oh dear. Thank you.
They say you can't buy that.
I've seen people try, but I have to say it's true with the real thing. Which you've certainly got here.
Wow. I've turned mushy. It must be the meeting real live buffistas on vacation. That could turn anyone mushy, as it was a truly exceptional experience.
Now, I believe tonight's episode of Lost has finally wended its way across the country to the Last Frontier, so I must be off. Toodles!
MM just got peed on.
It looks great, Jessica.
He took her to change her, forgot the rag. Took her into the bathroom, sans diaper. ALL OVER HIS CHEST.
LOVE the new do, Jess!!
MM just got peed on.
Eh. Baby pee hardly counts. Unless it was you or Ollie.
I've finished all kinds of Emmett food (though not the babystuff).