t sees Cass
t faints
Come on. You drop by for a cup of coffee, and the world's not ending? Please.
Connor ,'Not Fade Away'
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.
Trudy Booth - Mar 14, 2005 7:33:26 am PST #6430 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Cass - Mar 14, 2005 7:35:57 am PST #6431 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Huh. How best to, ahem, revive Trudes...?
Ginger - Mar 14, 2005 7:39:06 am PST #6432 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Mouth to mouth!
Aims - Mar 14, 2005 7:41:05 am PST #6433 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
t sees Cass
t pokes Cass
It ain't real, I tell ya. This here's one of them there ha'nts.
JohnSweden - Mar 14, 2005 7:41:29 am PST #6434 of 10001
I can't even.
Huh, I see my sense of timing is still excellent. I catch up from a week of missing Bitches to hot Artificial Respiration Action. Carry on.
Aims - Mar 14, 2005 7:43:09 am PST #6435 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Hot GIRL ON GIRL Artificial Respiration Action.
Cass - Mar 14, 2005 7:44:02 am PST #6436 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
t sends kisses cross-country
(These kisses have my permission to stop at any and all Buffistas they pass on the way.)
Can anything beyond waiting (and, obviously, not being dumb enough to fall in the first place) be done for a sprained toe?
Lee - Mar 14, 2005 7:44:28 am PST #6437 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I can't recommend Sam highly enough. Sure, he's kinda scary, but he's pretty much the reason I am a teacher. He left LA to start this school, and he's sorely missed.
The one class I took from him made me wish I didn't suck/wasn't injured/wasn't worried about Alibelle who was trying not to puke, because I wanted to be able to do what he wanted me to. I couldn't, but he still impressed me.
I'm glad I have an office, because I am giggling imagining conversations at the Miracleborns between a Krav empowered 16 year old Emma, Joe, and the poor boy waiting on the porch for his date.
eta: Hi Cass!
Aims - Mar 14, 2005 7:45:31 am PST #6438 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
"Dad! I can kick his ass myself, thank you very much. Put the shotgun away."
§ ita § - Mar 14, 2005 7:45:37 am PST #6439 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I wanted to be able to do what he wanted me to.
That's it right there. That's my response to Sam.