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'Out Of Gas'


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.


Jen - Mar 11, 2005 2:25:38 pm PST #6081 of 10001
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you

Let me rephrase my previous question: Is there anything more demoralizing than browsing personal ads while overhearing one's roommate having sex?


Aims - Mar 11, 2005 2:28:10 pm PST #6082 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

AH!

No.


Emily - Mar 11, 2005 2:28:55 pm PST #6083 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Mmmmm...

no. I got nothing.


vw bug - Mar 11, 2005 2:29:08 pm PST #6084 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Poor Jen!


Emily - Mar 11, 2005 2:29:34 pm PST #6085 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

"Ephemeral days... short-lived days..."


Aims - Mar 11, 2005 2:29:59 pm PST #6086 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

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".


Emily - Mar 11, 2005 2:34:44 pm PST #6087 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Jen, which personals? I wanna browse too. Co-browsing! It'll be fun!

Ooh, Personal-and-post! We could have impenetrable conversations!


Topic!Cindy - Mar 11, 2005 2:36:01 pm PST #6088 of 10001
What is even happening?

Oh, Jen. Put on something with a laugh track and turn up the TV.


Aims - Mar 11, 2005 2:36:38 pm PST #6089 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Or, start yelling to them, "To the left! She likes it to the left!"

t beat, beat

"THE OTHER LEFT!!"


Jen - Mar 11, 2005 2:38:14 pm PST #6090 of 10001
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you

Nah, I can't do that. I like my roommates, and they deserve to have some sex every once in a while. And it's not their fault that our house is old and the very antithesis of soundproof.

I'm just cranky. I slept really badly last night (like, four hours with a post-nightmare waking every hour or so), had a tough day at clinical, and came home wanting nothing more than the apartment to myself for a while. Roommate came home shortly thereafter, of course. I think I might just cut my losses and go to bed now.

Edit: Aimee, you are cracking me up. Emily, I spent some time at craigslist before the despair became unmanageable and I moved instead to disinformation.com. Those are better--at least people there seem marginally literate--but still there are no sarcastic vegan pacifist goths to be found.