I imagine he isn't too put off by hot, intelligent, fierce women wanting to lick him. Just a guess.
Riley: Maybe I should just let you rest. Buffy: You sure? I bet if you just lay down with me- Riley: Nothing you are about to say will lead to rest.
'Lessons'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Steph L. - Apr 23, 2005 2:50:31 pm PDT #1297 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
deborah grabien - Apr 23, 2005 2:53:51 pm PDT #1298 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
And as noted elsewhere, the weekend prizes civility. Certainly licking him is quite civil.
Steph L. - Apr 23, 2005 2:55:43 pm PDT #1299 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
It would be rude NOT to.
deborah grabien - Apr 23, 2005 2:57:22 pm PDT #1300 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Well, that's what I think. But Hilary may disagree.
And she has Secret Service wonks at her command.
Gus - Apr 23, 2005 4:53:24 pm PDT #1301 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Is five times in 24 hours too much for most men?
...Clinton references...
Yes. And most men are not Presidents.
Glad I could solve that for you all.
Connie Neil - Apr 23, 2005 4:54:56 pm PDT #1302 of 10001
brillig
And she has Secret Service wonks at her command.
"Bruno, that woman is licking my husband. Shoot her."
"Yes, Senator."
deborah grabien - Apr 23, 2005 5:27:46 pm PDT #1303 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
And connie sums up the likely scenario.
I am chuffed like a chuffed thing, in a sort of weepy way. Just wrote the first song lyrics I've written in nearly a quarter century. Fiddling with guitars acoustic and electric to see what sings.
song lyrics:
CRY FOR MEMORY
Cleaning out my closet, cleaning out my heart
I'd clean out my memory banks but I don't know where to start.
So much dust and mystery all that lovely history
I can't really seem to see a seam to pry apart
Cry for memory.
Once I thought I knew you, once I saved your ass
Fed your cat and loved you, love, believed that we would last
So much back there to regret I can't quite relinquish yet
Thirty years, I can't forget you colour all my past
Cry for memory.
Chorous:
If, if, what if, had I done this or you done that
I don't see a difference in the end we'd both still be gone
How much of us was wasted, how much of us a lie?
How much of what I couldn't keep was 'cause I didn't try?
And when I broke and when I ran I didn't really understand
That when I left behind the man I lost the right to cry
Cry for memory.
If I had a single wish just for old time's sake
I think I'd choose just one more day a clean whole heart to break
Maybe someday I can say "I got it back, and it's OK:
You never loved me anyway"
Just one lie for both our sake
Cry for memory.
erikaj - Apr 23, 2005 5:29:17 pm PDT #1304 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
"You're not...opposed to dry-cleaning or anything, right?"
"No, Senator, not in the least..."
"You have five minutes."
deborah grabien - Apr 23, 2005 5:30:23 pm PDT #1305 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
erika, at least I have enough fashion sense to not show up in a Gap dress and cheap thong knickers.
I mean, really.
edit: and if it takes me five minutes, I'm losing my touch.
SailAweigh - Apr 23, 2005 5:33:54 pm PDT #1306 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Heee, deb. But, seriously, beautiful lyrics. I can't wait to hear the actual song.