Nice! Tell me where, and I'm there. I'm blondie6237130.
Nandi: I ain't her. Mal: Only people in this room is you and me.
'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Steph L. - Jan 28, 2005 4:10:54 pm PST #7903 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
DebetEsse - Jan 28, 2005 4:12:23 pm PST #7904 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Teppy, phone number? (Trying to come up with meaningful 7-digit numbers that that could be)
Steph L. - Jan 28, 2005 4:13:38 pm PST #7905 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Heh. My birthday (6/23/71), but since "blondie62371" was taken -- no, really; how weird, right? -- I added my age at the time.
deborah grabien - Jan 28, 2005 4:13:57 pm PST #7906 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Tep, table 27.
Steph L. - Jan 28, 2005 4:14:32 pm PST #7907 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Deb, where? Semantics?
DebetEsse - Jan 28, 2005 4:14:39 pm PST #7908 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Ah. Huh
deborah grabien - Jan 28, 2005 4:15:03 pm PST #7909 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Vociferation.
Steph L. - Jan 28, 2005 4:16:49 pm PST #7910 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I should be there -- do you see me?
deborah grabien - Jan 28, 2005 4:24:13 pm PST #7911 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yep.
billytea - Jan 28, 2005 4:45:09 pm PST #7912 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Bugger. Not a great day so far. I've taken possession of my new apartment. That went smoothly enough, and I've had a bed delivered. Of course, I was then expected to help haul it up into the apartment, and I'm pretty sure I was paying not to have to do that. But no biggie, and I now have somewhere to sleep. More annoying is that the entrance to the garage has a rather oddly positioned pillar, and I've scraped the car's paintwork on it. My own fault, of course, no one else around to blame, but damn it was a weird place to put a pillar.
Then I go shopping for a fridge, microwave, bedsheets, little things like that. But I'm still waiting for my bank to send me a chequebook and a credit card. So I have funds saved up, but can't get at them. Very annoying. And I am fridgeless. I'm close to whacking it on my Yanqui credit card, despite the difficulties in then paying it off.
I give you permission to buy such a gift.
P-C needs a throne, or at the very least a dais.
In your defense, it is not nothing like Tetris. It shares one similarity, and that is a vertically rectangular playing field with rotatable things falling.
Rotatable! I knew I'd forgotten something. No wonder I got killed at level 9. t makes note to spin cats
ION, Kristin's tagline should henceforth include the phrase 'pixie wench'. And possibly her passport as well.