Yeah, I just saw that. Too funny!
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.
it's one of the new fix and mix's from Wendy's with the frosty ice creamy stuff.
interesting - I hadn't heard of those. I assumed you pulled out a tub of ice cream from the freezer, smashed a bunch of m&m's with a rolling pin and threw it all together in a bowl. Still sounds good. Now I'm tempted.
Hmm, I was all set to go get a Shamrock Shake from Mickey-D's, and now I'm tempted to try this new-fangled Wendy's thing. Whatever will I do?
get both -t!
my dental waste land was 15+ yrs. go. make someone else take yo u( said the person who drove right past the office the first time) - and tell them you don't want to here anything about how you cared for you teeth - just help with the future.
So, nap or curtains? Nap or curtains? I just can't decide...
Maybe you should sleep on it.
Hmm, I was all set to go get a Shamrock Shake from Mickey-D's, and now I'm tempted to try this new-fangled Wendy's thing. Whatever will I do?
oooh, the Shamrock Shake! I completely forgot this year; I must go get one right now.
oooh, the Shamrock Shake! I completely forgot this year; I must go get one right now.
One spilled on the ground next to the garbage can at the end of my street, which I visit several times a day with offerings from my dog. My dog who is determined he is going to get a taste of that Sidewalk Shamrock Shake every time!
The new-fangled Wendy's thing will still be newfangled tomorrow. IJS.
Oh, Tep! Gah. The gym sounds like a good option. I'm now sending you a highly specific -ma that vibes you a good hard workout, the kind that leaves you a little achy and endorphin-buzzed and with your brain mercifully quiet and not trying to process the unprocessable.
Well, first I got to my car and started crying so hard that my nose got stuffed up and I couldn't breathe. So I just sat there for a little bit. Then I went to the gym and felt all boneless-chicken-y, like I couldn't possibly have the strength to lift weights. But then I did.
And then I got an attack of the giggles that wouldn't stop, because I thought of 2 things, and I know that NOBODY at work would get them, so I have to share them here, though they're in poor, poor taste:
Maybe he'll get an evil hand.
And:
"Boo, hoo. Let me wipe away my tears with my PLASTIC HAND."