I just haven't had the chance to kill your access yet.
Oz is the highest-scoring person ever to fail to graduate.
Willow ,'Him'
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.
Lee - Mar 22, 2005 4:19:40 pm PST #8622 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
sj - Mar 22, 2005 4:20:58 pm PST #8623 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
My March was pretty good, mostly thanks to teacup guy. Who I am still trying to get to register here.
sj - Mar 22, 2005 4:21:49 pm PST #8624 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Perkins, kiss the babies for me and their mommy.
Lee - Mar 22, 2005 4:22:36 pm PST #8625 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hi sj!
Kermit waves
Did you see we made it to Lush yesterday?
eta: will do.
Deena - Mar 22, 2005 4:23:10 pm PST #8626 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I have had no kisses. What's up with that?
Lee - Mar 22, 2005 4:24:55 pm PST #8627 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Mwah!
sj - Mar 22, 2005 4:26:21 pm PST #8628 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Hi! No, I missed that. I am glad. Sorry my computer is so.damn.slow.
Deena - Mar 22, 2005 4:27:19 pm PST #8629 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
YAY!
P.M. Marc - Mar 22, 2005 4:32:49 pm PST #8630 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
PERKINS!!!!
Package arrived today.
::MWAH!::
Lee - Mar 22, 2005 4:35:25 pm PST #8631 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
No problem, sj. It just gave me a chance to talk to you.
Plei, Yay! That is part A. Part B is sitting in my living room. By the time I can mail it, it may actually fit.