I'm sorry, Lilty.
Sir? I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.
Zoe ,'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.
Susan W. - Mar 04, 2005 7:28:16 am PST #4462 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Sean K - Mar 04, 2005 7:28:50 am PST #4463 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Annabel is so adorable.
Aw, Lilty. Poor fishie.
Aims - Mar 04, 2005 7:28:58 am PST #4464 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
{{{Lilty}}}
Aims - Mar 04, 2005 7:29:19 am PST #4465 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Annabel is gorgeous!!
Maria - Mar 04, 2005 7:30:22 am PST #4466 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
I'm sorry Lilty. Cap'n Jack broke the curse.
Susan, Annabel has a gorgeous smile. The not!sleeping photo is my favorite as well. She looks like she's plotting world domination. Or a jailbreak.
Lilty Cash - Mar 04, 2005 7:33:43 am PST #4467 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Eh, it's ok. I'll probably be scared to use the toilet for weeks because, you know, sometimes they come back. Little Bastard'll show up a zombie fish.
sumi - Mar 04, 2005 7:35:03 am PST #4468 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Deb -- poor Cappucino --I hope she has a swift and gentle passing.
beth b - Mar 04, 2005 7:36:21 am PST #4469 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Rest in peace , captain Jack
our lady of seattle is my favorite
beth b - Mar 04, 2005 7:38:23 am PST #4470 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
purrr of calm to cappucino
brenda m - Mar 04, 2005 7:39:07 am PST #4471 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Poor Cappucino. Sweet dreams to you, baby.