t does Eensy Weensy Spider for Jilli
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.
As long as it doesn't involve any real spiders, all is good.
t hastily does Eensy Weensy Bat instead
t packages children with extra bubble pack and addresses them to Betsy's house, overnight, handle with care, fragile
t nails the front door shut
Uh oh! The babies are getting shipped out again!
Oh, this is the day they give babies away
With half a pound of tea
If you know any ladies who want any babies
Just send them along to me...
t hastily does Eensy Weensy Bat instead
Yaaaaay!
I'm a-gonna wrap myself in paper,
I'm gonna daub myself with glue,
Stick some stamps on top of my head;
I'm gonna mail myself to you.
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
Betsy! They love eensy weensy spider and having their noses beeped!
You couldn't keep them long anyway. There are doctor appts. and therapists and things. Dammit.
Aidan went to the eye doctor today. He came back a total pain-in-the-ass, but his eyes are the same, which is good.