t flogs Kristin with a wet noodle
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 totally not, silly Kristin!
In productive news of the day, I just took apart the old, broken DVD player and got the four DVDs out. Yay! I've accomplished something today.
Emily, can laundry wait till Thursday, or are you desperate?
Errr... well, I suppose not desperate, per se...
You realize you two are an old married couple, right?
What kind of noodle? Are we talking spaghetti, or are you jumping right to the rough stuff and breaking out the lasagna?
I strung together farfalle. After they dry, we'll make a collage.
On names... my younger cousin is named Hobbit. Not Sam, Frodo, Bilbo, Merriadoc, Pippin, or anything like that. His name is hobbit. He had a birthname, but after birth, there was an incident...the name stuck, so his parents legally changed his name. He goes to school with that name, and walks around like a pintsized Rebel Without a Cause with the name. He has a complex about living up to the name. And a thing for mushrooms.
Also, Hobbit wears his pleather jacket with sandles to show off the hairy feet.
His class is filled with kids with both normal names, and names that come from sci-fi movies.
Nice. Kristin goes and ruins March and manages to finagle a spanking for it.
t preens
You're just jealous.
I just took apart the old, broken DVD player and got the four DVDs out. Yay!
Suh-weet! I was just contemplating that! Don't suppose you're likely to be going by a mailbox this afternoon...