Oh, Plei. May things go as smoothly as silk. I hope Paul moves the PC for you, and that your b.p. stops its upward climb.
Zoe: She shot you. Mal: Well, yeah, she did a bit... still --
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 07, 2005 2:23:48 pm PDT #1961 of 10001
What is even happening?
erikaj - Apr 07, 2005 2:24:36 pm PDT #1962 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Not the one they shot, right?(/not really a girl, sometimes)
Susan W. - Apr 07, 2005 2:25:16 pm PDT #1963 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Much ma (ma~ma?) to Plei for a safe and smooth delivery.
Aims - Apr 07, 2005 2:26:40 pm PDT #1964 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Yes, erika that one. We're going to turn Bitches into St Peter's Basilica. Let people line up.
I'll bet half those people were pissed when they got inside.
"What no cover? Awesome! No dj? Where the hell is the bar?"
DavidS - Apr 07, 2005 2:29:12 pm PDT #1965 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Ple's gonna have a baby!!!
In honor of which, I will post nothing about baseball for the entire day of Tuesday or whenever La Princessa Tickaboxini is arrived.
Connie Neil - Apr 07, 2005 2:29:51 pm PDT #1966 of 10001
brillig
We're going to turn Bitches into St Peter's Basilica
Dibs on the grotto and catacombs!
Aims - Apr 07, 2005 2:30:14 pm PDT #1967 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
The dead stare.
Aims - Apr 07, 2005 2:30:43 pm PDT #1968 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I gots 7 kittens that PTB ends up being the first female MLB player.
DavidS - Apr 07, 2005 2:30:54 pm PDT #1969 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The dead stare.
The dead are staring at Aimee's rack.
Connie Neil - Apr 07, 2005 2:30:57 pm PDT #1970 of 10001
brillig
The dead stare.
The dead can stare at me all they like.