When it comes to the Queen's porn, I'm your girl.
Like a character in a Lawrence novel.
[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 it comes to the Queen's porn, I'm your girl.
Like a character in a Lawrence novel.
That's the best compliment I've gotten in a good long while.
Excellent!
Jen, you have a hot ass.
re: what I'll put up on the net. I've never censored my beliefs for public consumption, I'm not going to start now. If there is fallout, I'll stand by it. That said, Hubby doesn't come in here, and basic courtesy keeps me from saying in public anything about someone that could hurt their feelings. If I've got a problem with anyone likely to show up here I'll either address it directly or let it go.
That's even my real name, there at the top of the post. I only go by aliases on Yahoo, where I know bottomfeeders troll the user lists. Sure, somebody could see this, pull my name and do things, but whatcha gonna do with it, eh, laddie? I'm already broke and a bad credit risk. (Sorry, we're listening to Chumbawumba, and furious English rabblerousers are moving into my brain.)
Can today be a good day?
Please?
Of course, darling. I declare that today must be a good day! All of my Bitches must be treated as royalty with glitter tossed upon them for each thing they accomplish and tea served to them when they need a break and hairpats and understanding given if they don't feel like doing anything today.
For all intense purposes today, March 3 is declared Bitches Day.
Until my boss recognizes Bitches Day as the official holiday that it *should* be, I still have to go to work, huh?
Feh.
Save some tea and glitter for me!
I still have to go to work, huh?
Yeah, probably. But I will definately save tea and glitter for you. Lots and lots.
Oh, good. It's Bitches Day. I feel in need of a bit of glitter, myself.