Oh, yeah. Or a fabulous purse, or fancy lipgloss or glitter or something.
'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[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.
JZ smokes crack!!
EDIT
That sounds really non sequitor-y. Not plain, nope, no way, is what I meant.
I smoke crack. Monkey crack.
Tell us there'll be pictures, lexine. She's such a pretty girl. I'm glad the young man has manners and a sense of self-preservation.
JZ is lovely in every picture I've ever seen of her, and even more lovely in person.
A guy just came to my door and said his property backs up to mine and that there's a dead tree on my property. The branches are "making a mess" in his yard and he wants me to cut the tree down. There is a dead or dying tree back there, but it's on the other side of the fence, which makes me think it's not my tree. Also, it's not near anyone's house and the fence it would hit I paid for, because none of the neighbors would chip in. Is there some way for me to live more or less in the city and yet not have neighbors?
You could slowly kill them all, but who has a cellar big enough for hiding all the bodies?
Plus, it's strenuous.
And the smell!
Except that now I'm tempted to do just that, to show you how rare the above-linked picture is and just how much gorgeous is still up for grabs. Cause, how much=lots.
You fool! You forget -- I've met you! I know the truth, that you are a thief of Teh Gorgeousness.
I like the word "piquant" to describe JZ. It's French and sassy and girly and pretty.
It's French and sassy and girly and pretty.
Yeah, but JZ's Greek. Don't the Greek hate the French? Or is that us? It's us, isn't it?
P-C, I think the official policy is that we hate everyone.
Dude, I don't think I'm plain. However, I also don't think I'm terribly photogenic (Hec almost invariably takes very good pictures of me, bless him, but he's one of the very, very few). And I'm not stealing any gorgeous; you have plenty of your very own. Don't forget that I've met you too.
Style-wise, French.
Style transcends genetics. Or something.
(Backpedaling frantically.)