Man, pancakes sound really good now. (Not pancakes made of me, because self-cannibalization falls outside my range of kinks.) I have Bisquik, but I may be out of eggs. Hmmmm.
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.
I read a comic book-style tract of that name and dismissed it immediately as useful against such people when I realized it completely omitted the Great Flood.
Heh. That's true, and it never occured to me. (Of course, my way of dealing with Jehovah's Witnesses is and has always been to simply say "No thank you," and shut the door.)
my range of kinks
Once, ladies and gentlemen, she claimed to be vanilla. Now she's got so many kinks they've had to be categorized. We love our Teppy.
Once, ladies and gentlemen, she claimed to be vanilla. Now she's got so many kinks they've had to be categorized. We love our Teppy.
She's gone through a lot of personal growth since we've known her.
She's gone through a lot of personal growth since we've known her.
I'm so proud.
Once, ladies and gentlemen, she claimed to be vanilla. Now she's got so many kinks they've had to be categorized. We love our Teppy.
I always had them; I just wouldn't admit them.
She's gone through a lot of personal growth since we've known her.
Not, however, all the way to self-cannibalization. Teppy Pancakes are NOT what they sound like.
(Of course, my way of dealing with Jehovah's Witnesses is and has always been to simply say "No thank you," and shut the door.)
Oh, now where's the fun in *that*?
Boy I'm glad I ride the bus.
sitting in the "YAY public transport corner"
(Of course, my way of dealing with Jehovah's Witnesses is and has always been to simply say "No thank you," and shut the door.)
Did I ever tell the story of the two Mormon missionaries who had the misfortune to call on me the first weekend in my new apartment after moving out from the one I shared with Zach?
I read a comic book-style tract of that name
Published by the Aquarian Tabernacle Church, which is the Wiccan group my pseudo big brother Jeff is part of. I've got a bunch of them somewhere around the house.
juliana, did they escape with their lives?