I'm not sure whether to laugh, bap you, or bracket you, billytea.
That's me. Schrödinger's tea.
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I'm not sure whether to laugh, bap you, or bracket you, billytea.
That's me. Schrödinger's tea.
I'm blaming my mom for the snow. And, if she gets this job, it will have been worth it!
That's me. Schrödinger's tea.
Now with cream, milk, lemon, sugar, or honey. Umlauts come as gift with purchase.
Anne what kind of repairs are you looking at?
SNOW? Don't even tell me. LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALALA.
SNOW? Don't even tell me. LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALALA.
I know. I'm not gonna believe it till I see it either. It's just too nice out right now. I mean, yesterday I didn't even wear a winter coat!
Poptarts:
Mmmmm...poptarts!
Anyway, I need to shower, but I don't wanna! t /whine
More snow. And rain.
March is never gonna end, is it?
tommyrot, don't make me make you blinvisible.
insent La Teppalina.
I'm off for a quick shower and O and I hit the road to Cleveland!
Morning Bitches!!
Yay fir Cashmere!
Last night, I forgot to have Deena show me where the coffee maker was, let alone how to work it.
This could be bad.