Both would work. It's just - you know that car commercial, where they have the crumpled up dead cars gracefully soaring through the air like unto the crumpled up pieces of paper? Watching that gives me such a peaceful feeling. I figure actually being the one to cause the dead cars to soar like that, plus the CRUNCH! when they hit the ground would be soooooooo stress-relieving.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
When I did construction work I got to tear apart the forms we used to pour concrete and make jacuzzis. That was fun. Me and a crowbar bashing away at a lot of wood. There was prying too. Lots of satisfactory prying. Skreeeeeek went the nails. Crack went the wood.
TV sets. Who was it who put old tv sets out and rented sledgehammers so people could vent?
Peter Finch on Network?
No, I don't know.
At the same time. From opposite directions. So they collide in midair. And then explode. Yes, the piano too.Especially the piano, Tommyrot. I like the way you think. 'Splody pianos is very stress-relieving. Ask Crazy Harry. Don't ask Rolf The Dog.
I have fond memories of a friend's housewrecking party: she needed to rip out all the plasterboard in her basement, so invited all of her friends over and handed out crowbars.
Couldn't she just have had sex with Spike instead, Jilli?
Less fun for you, but still.
Jilli goes to all the kewl parties.
wrod. I'm stunned there are Bitches that don't know the piano fling. But maybe y'all had places to go in college. (This is where, ordinarily, I'd think "It's different now." but this week I can't even kid myself.)