I've been drinking coffee and laughing hysterically at ironhymen.com.
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.
what size of lamp are we talking about? And you jsut want shades, right?
Oh dear god, Jessica. I think you just broke me.
Nora, that sounds like fun! I love the planning part of getting organized. The actual doing? Not so much,, but the planning is fun.
what size of lamp are we talking about? And you jsut want shades, right?
One is a table lamp; the other is a floor lamp, but they both will need the same size shade, I think. And yeah, I just want shades.
I think I shall have to start referring to male genitalia as "that grotesque grab bag of horror and disappointment."
"that grotesque grab bag of horror and disappointment."
Oh, my. That site is just too much.
That would be fun! I might do it next Sunday, as long as Army Boy isn't all about doing something that day. I'll keep you posted!
ETA: And I solumnly promise to tell Nora so as not to get the back of her hand. Bwah!
Up until the moment in your wedding when he says "I do," a boy's privates sport a treacherous spine of jagged scales, which may or may not secrete acid and weapons-grade anthrax – for which, apparently, only Ann Coulter has developed the antibodies.
BWAH!
The brother site is almost funnier.
Kristin has a new tag. Surprise, surprise.