Kaylee: Can I? Zoe: Sure. He's out, though. Kaylee: He did this for me, once.

'Safe'


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.


erikaj - Mar 07, 2005 12:50:37 pm PST #4952 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I'm intrigued. I'll bet the fluff makes them...smoother or something.


Topic!Cindy - Mar 07, 2005 12:50:37 pm PST #4953 of 10001
What is even happening?

No, it was just a reaction. She called me wrong, and it made me feel like I was cheating on Narrator.


Topic!Cindy - Mar 07, 2005 12:51:02 pm PST #4954 of 10001
What is even happening?

erika, someday, I will buy you sparklers.


Amy - Mar 07, 2005 12:52:25 pm PST #4955 of 10001
Because books.

Cindy, do they harden properly with the Fluff? That's what I've been wondering (when I haven't been scheming how to get Stephen to make me RKTs tonight...).


erikaj - Mar 07, 2005 12:52:56 pm PST #4956 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Ok. Especially since I can probably be trusted not to set my brother's hair on fire now.


brenda m - Mar 07, 2005 12:55:44 pm PST #4957 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

Why, Erika, has he gotten faster?


erikaj - Mar 07, 2005 12:58:53 pm PST #4958 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

No, too tall. But in someways that makes the fire a bigger threat. If you know what I mean.


vw bug - Mar 07, 2005 1:03:43 pm PST #4959 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Cindy, I hope you're happy! I'm doing math now.


Topic!Cindy - Mar 07, 2005 1:13:17 pm PST #4960 of 10001
What is even happening?

AmyLiz, they harden just the same, and it's a little easier to melt down the fluff. You just sub in a 7 oz jar of the fluff for marshmallows. If you left a jar of fluff uncovered, it would harden, too.

Marshamallow Fluff in better in hot cocoa than either regular or mini marshmallows, Spike and Joyce be damned.

Cindy, I hope you're happy! I'm doing math now.
Do more.


Daisy Jane - Mar 07, 2005 1:16:26 pm PST #4961 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

In Today's Moment in My Mom Bringing Up Marriage, my mom described a wife as someone who lives with me and cooks for me.

HAH! I wish Mr. H weren't at work so I could show him that definition. I'm also wondering if that makes him the wife since he does most of the cooking, and whether I've been married to some former roomates without knowing it.