Hec, the e-mails are coming back undeliverable.
'The Train Job'
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.
You CAN eat it, but you probably wouldn't want to.
Play-Doh is yummy. Salty.
As a friend of mine says, if there was a food that tasted as good as play-doh smells, you'd have a nifty dessert.
Sweet fancy Moses. Play-Doh is one of my favorite smells.
And yet, when all the BPAL scents turn to Play-Doh on me, I'm not so happy about it. If I want to smell like Play-Doh, I'll choose to do so. But if I want to smell like the ocean, it should damn well smell like ocean, not Play-Doh.
And I hope Hec's e-mail isn't wonky, b/c I just sent him about 3 that were important. To him.
They seem to be sticking now, Steph. I hope anyway. He's gonna have a Buffista-filled mailbox.
Now vw has me iMDbing people. I was in an afterschool acting class with this guy and danced with him a couple of years ago when we were all home for Christmas.
My sister's page. The shillouette looks nothing like hers. It also doesn't list her in whatever that teen horror movie was where the people are aliens? Or maybe it was the one that was like Stepford for teenagers.
Not enough here to know if this is the guy I graduated with.
Hec, the e-mails are coming back undeliverable.
I just emailed your gmail account in your profile.
And I hope Hec's e-mail isn't wonky, b/c I just sent him about 3 that were important. To him.
Got 'em.
Nope. I lied. The e-mails are back in my inbox. Damn.
It's only reasonably recently they had one silhouette for each gender, so it could have been (aka was) worse.
Ok...Hec, I tried replying to your e-mail. Let me know if you get it. Damn.
this is what really made me want to knit. I tried to learn. My poncho did NOT turn out. I'm not sure if I'll ever try again.