Oh, better far the humblest hand
That toils upon this glorious land,
Than a rich and famous lofty duke,
Who lives upon the land of Zook
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
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.
What did you make your track marks out of?
Sure, vw. Want the usual? Cheese? Any soda?
Eyeliner, brown and gray. They weren't very good. I kept doodling on my arms and thinking, "Man, if only Alibelle were here, she could give me perfect track marks!"
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Sure, vw. Want the usual? Cheese? Any soda?
Yes. Yes. Yes - Sprite.
Edit: I have the bestest roommate ever.
With deadly tread,
Upon the Zooks we steal;
We fight for bread,
Our butter-up ideal!
They won't outlive
Our future Yookish kin!
For while they live
They're much to our chagrin
When I, young man, was called to the Bar
I'd an appetite fresh and hearty
Though I was (as many young barristers are)
An impecunious party.
Siiiiilence in cooooouuuurt!
Pop Rocks, or Why it's fun to go out in San Francisco.
It's basically the most fun djs from the best (and most eclectic) mod, britpop, goth, new wave and mashup clubs are doing a night together.