Inevitably, it comes to a monkey climax.
And the thing is, I like my evil like I like my men: evil. You know, straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, soon my electro-ray will destroy metropolis BAD.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
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.
Ginger - Mar 31, 2005 8:34:16 am PST #503 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Frankenbuddha - Mar 31, 2005 8:35:09 am PST #504 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Inevitably, it comes to a monkey climax.
That's what is known in the industry as "the monkey shot".
StuntHusband - Mar 31, 2005 8:38:02 am PST #505 of 10001
Electromagnetic candy! - Stark
sits in a corner, crying from all the punning
Jessica - Mar 31, 2005 8:41:52 am PST #506 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
sits in a corner, crying from all the punning
MY SOULMATE!
Betsy HP - Mar 31, 2005 8:42:53 am PST #507 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Be careful of the soulmate thing. It rarely turns out well.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 31, 2005 8:45:39 am PST #508 of 10001
What is even happening?
I don't know. I mean--leather pants.
erikaj - Mar 31, 2005 8:55:03 am PST #509 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Pretty. Probably dangerous, but pretty.
Connie Neil - Mar 31, 2005 8:55:43 am PST #510 of 10001
brillig
leather pants
t finds certain pictures of Billy, drools
Cashmere - Mar 31, 2005 9:06:43 am PST #511 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Susan, you may be glad to hear that the alternative paper here published my letter to the editor (the corrected spelling version I sent them) that pointed out that Jane Austen was NOT a Victorian writer, but a Regency writer.
sj - Mar 31, 2005 9:09:57 am PST #512 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Go, Cashmere!