Carry on, then.
Inara: So. Would you like to lecture me on the wickedness of my ways? Book: I brought you some supper, but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin and hellfire... one has lepers.
'Serenity'
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.
brenda m - Mar 18, 2005 7:48:05 am PST #7559 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Steph L. - Mar 18, 2005 7:48:08 am PST #7560 of 10001
That which does not kill you should RUN
Psst. Susan's mother's name is Kilowog. Pass it on.
Ahahaha! I was betting on Guy Gardner.
Aims - Mar 18, 2005 7:48:37 am PST #7561 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Psst. Susan's mother's name is Kilowog. Pass it on.
t calls Joe at work
Typo Boy - Mar 18, 2005 7:51:16 am PST #7562 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Tantric sex teacher
ita - you went to a high school that offered classes in Tantric sex? Or was this her hobby?
Susan W. - Mar 18, 2005 7:52:50 am PST #7563 of 10001
The wide universe is the ocean I travel, and the earth is my blue boat home
Nothing to see here....
§ ita § - Mar 18, 2005 7:53:23 am PST #7564 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
you went to a high school that offered classes in Tantric sex?
She's a Tantric teacher now, much like the Telegraph reporter wasn't a reporter in high school.
Gudanov - Mar 18, 2005 7:53:33 am PST #7565 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
The sex ed teacher (the classes was called Human Relationships or something like that) in my high school lived in a missle silo.
Steph L. - Mar 18, 2005 7:55:02 am PST #7566 of 10001
That which does not kill you should RUN
The sex ed teacher (the classes was called Human Relationships or something like that) in my high school lived in a missle silo.
How appropos.
Aims - Mar 18, 2005 7:55:58 am PST #7567 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
The sex ed teacher (the classes was called Human Relationships or something like that) in my high school lived in a missle silo.
How appropos.
Ten bucks says he smoked cigars like a fiend.
ChiKat - Mar 18, 2005 7:57:36 am PST #7568 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
ChiKat, I told them I was bringing someone (and they possibly misunderstood and thought I was bringing two people. Either way, I've got you covered if you want to go together.
That would be great, brenda! Thanks!