They are really ugly now. And you're not. Allow that to bring you some petty pleasure, Hecubus.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
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.
You need the historical context to understand how stunningly obnoxious that song was. Folk was deigning to glance toward the despised pop music and raise it up with it's validating approval. Fucktards. I hates them. Also they crapped my pretty pony all over Dylan's songs.
Plllllbbbttt.
AIN'T NO USE TO SIT AND WONDER WHY BABE!!"
Peter, Paul, and Mary are simultaneously the cat's ass and the cat's pajamas, and possibly the bee's knees, as well. Hec, you are just wrongity wrong wrong wrong.
Aimee, sing louder, baby. Sing louder. Then kiss me, and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.
The sign at the McDonalds in town says "It's back! $100 Filet-o-Fish Fridays 4-10"
I don't want to know how big their fryer is.
Timelies, mi Bitches!
No, really. That's all I got.
Liltyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
Hi P-C!
I'm full of spaghetti.
I'm pleased as hell that my laptop plays DVDs (with excellent quality, BTW), because I just watched Bull Durham. In the bathtub. It was perfect. This has been a fucker of a week, and it was just what I needed. Plus now I smell good.
I have to work really early tommorrow, so I'm staying in tonight and I was all in the mood for a romantic comedy, so I was going to buy Wimbeldon on OnDemand, but it's not working. Instead, I'm watching The Big Chill, which I Tivo'd and have somehow gone 24 years without ever seeing.
I think I'm falling asleep on the couch no matter what, though.