MiRP! The end.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
Some of this stuff, like the piscina, also applies to semi-Catholic churches like the Episcopal church. I have no idea if the Orthodox have piscinas.
Turns out the thingie is called a "humeral veil". [link]
Twelve years of Catholic education here, and I never, ever knew that.
I'm heading home. This office is driving me crazy today. I'll be on later tonight if you want to ask more questions, Erin.
Two little potatoes are standing on the street corner. One is a prostitute. How can you tell which one is the prostitute?
Once again, it is too early to go to bed. Yet, I am exhausted.
Is it wearing clear heels?
Two little potatoes are standing on the street corner. One is a prostitute. How can you tell which one is the prostitute?
Does this have something to do with curly fries?
I want to cry. I just got off the phone with this irritating woman at our mortgage company. I think they owe us money. She thinks I am stupid. She asked me "Do you know what an escrow account is?" in this super bitchy voice that made me want to reach through the phone and strangle her.
Oh well, I'm now bad-mouthing her on the internet. So there!
{{{Nonian}}}
And I want to know the answer!