Connie is me, as usual.
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.
Let me rephrase my previous question: Is there anything more demoralizing than browsing personal ads while overhearing one's roommate having sex?
AH!
No.
Mmmmm...
no. I got nothing.
Poor Jen!
"Ephemeral days... short-lived days..."
However, being the renengeful person I am, I would do this:
Get the local paper.
Find the "Pets For Sale" section.
Read aloud, to the door, VERY LOUDLY all of the ads for cats, but substitute the word "cat" or "kitten" with "pussy".
Jen, which personals? I wanna browse too. Co-browsing! It'll be fun!
Ooh, Personal-and-post! We could have impenetrable conversations!
Oh, Jen. Put on something with a laugh track and turn up the TV.
Or, start yelling to them, "To the left! She likes it to the left!"
t beat, beat
"THE OTHER LEFT!!"