STDs actually usually bring on a great deal of drama.
You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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.
Ginger - Feb 12, 2005 1:01:38 pm PST #726 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Polter-Cow - Feb 12, 2005 1:07:14 pm PST #727 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Okay, after my frozen pizza cooks, I'm going to eat it with X-Play, and then I'm going into full-scale thesis-writing mode, which I was supposed to be in ALL DAY TODAY BUT I SUCK.
Lilty Cash - Feb 12, 2005 1:07:25 pm PST #728 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Ick. As much as we're all about Valentine's Day at work, I forgot to remember the fact that I actually have to go through it.
I told the girls at the store that they needed to schedule me to close, since I'm the only single girl and it would be silly for anyone with a husband or BF to work. After that, my friend wants to continue our V-Day tradition of inappropriate hijinks, but she's got a boyfriend now. I don't need pity hijinks.
DCJensen - Feb 12, 2005 1:16:41 pm PST #729 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
tommyrot - Feb 12, 2005 1:24:53 pm PST #730 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Hey Daniel, did you know that you must supply a local referer to get URL '/heartmaker/hearts/heart_20050212151535_49023.jpg' from this server?
Nora Deirdre - Feb 12, 2005 1:36:40 pm PST #731 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
After that, my friend wants to continue our V-Day tradition of inappropriate hijinks, but she's got a boyfriend now. I don't need pity hijinks
Aw, Lilty! Hijinks are fun no matter if one has a boyfriend or not. I doubt they are pity hijinks. She probably yearns for hijinks with you.
I know I would, even though I am an old married lady. I love hijinks with my single girlfriends. (ETA- or my girlfriends, in general, no matter what their couple status is)
Tom and I know very few "couples" to hang out with, which is OK by me, because we or I just hang out with single folks or groups of people like usual. I hated it when my married friends stopped asking me to do stuff because I was single. They kind of suck anyway, though. But if I am to believe other people's stories, that does happen in a larger sense.
So, Lilty, do not spurn the hijinks.
DCJensen - Feb 12, 2005 1:50:56 pm PST #732 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Fixed the heart link, above. [link]
Susan W. - Feb 12, 2005 1:51:20 pm PST #733 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Hate PMS.
Hate the month of February. It's so gray and featureless.
Hate contest entries that take three times as long as I've budgeted to judge.
Hate that DH isn't so fiercely time-oriented as I am, such that his promise to take Annabel out after lunch translates into leaving five minutes ago.
Hate that after 5+ years of marriage, I still haven't had the sense to let go my expectation that he'll be time-oriented, since for me it's the only logical thing to be.
Hate that all of the above has combined to make me feel so raw and weepy I doubt I'll do a very good job on my own writing when I finally get to attempt it after I finish the scoresheet for this contest entry.
Polter-Cow - Feb 12, 2005 1:52:40 pm PST #734 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
{{{Susan}}}
Lilty, I agree with Nora. Hijinks are fun. Enjoy them.
Lilty Cash - Feb 12, 2005 2:06:52 pm PST #735 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Well, I don't have to open the store the next day. I suppose that leaves plenty of time for hijinks, if there are hijinks to be had.
Last year, I had most of the pub singing along to "What's Love Got to Do With It" with me and the jukebox. My ultimate desire was to have everyone spill outside and dance down the street like the end of an 80's video, but it didn't quite get that far.
What could this year's hijinks hold? I wonder.