Shame, schmame. I was just a little naughty. This weekend is sctrictly naught-free.
And to that end, I am going to read. My office is fucking freezing.
'Shells'
[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.
Shame, schmame. I was just a little naughty. This weekend is sctrictly naught-free.
And to that end, I am going to read. My office is fucking freezing.
I say either suntan lotion or sun screen, and I usually say nylons unless I am talking about fishnets.
I went to sleep about 10 minutes after I got home from dinner, but my body seems to think it only needed 6 hours of sleep, and now I can't get back to sleep. Stoopid body.
Poor Perkins! I'm tired but I can't go to sleep until this Evening With Kevin Smith special is over.
Wanna play literati?
Nicole! You went offline. Do you still want to play?
Perkins, I got booted out of AIM. I'm in Semantics.
Be right there.
Nicole, the game just froze on me.
For everyone, but mostly billytea: Walking Octopi!!! For real.
Huzzah! Octopi. Is there anything they can't do?
Taste good?
Taste good?
Octopi are not for eating. They are for being insanely clever squeezeballs.