Aha! Now I see the issue.
Okay, well.... We'll try and be really stealthy. Or something.
'Underneath'
[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.
Aha! Now I see the issue.
Okay, well.... We'll try and be really stealthy. Or something.
The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage
Every time a dog is growling at me because I'm trying to take away something he's eating, I'm going to think he's saying "It had forged papers, I had no choice".
JZ has a new tag. And Kate may have a new Dave Carter tagline, or it could be the same one. I just spent two hours in the library copying papers and listening to Snow Patrol and Green Day, so my brain is all gone.
t looks at hand
My, what are these?? Are these tickets to WICKED????
Why yes, they are!
t gets out green paint
t glares Aimee with a burning, seething jealousy
t simmers with barely concealed jealousy
Why, Aimee, how wonderful for you.
My, what are these?? Are these tickets to WICKED????
Oooooh, you brat. I am SO very envious.
::dispatches flying monkeys to steal Aimée's tickets::
Here's the genius part:
However, the sausage stayed out so long that the other two feared that something bad had happened. The bird flew off to see if he could find her. A short distance away he came upon a dog that had seized the sausage as free booty and was making off with her. The bird complained bitterly to the dog about this brazen abduction, but he claimed that he had discovered forged letters on the sausage, and that she would thus have to forfeit her life to him.
If I had a sausage company it would certainly have to be named The Forged Letters Sausage Co.
Gw'on with your wishful thinking, Hec.
::shrugs:: Everybody has wishful thoughts about Ple's rack.