I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows.

Simon ,'Safe'


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.


billytea - May 07, 2005 12:47:33 pm PDT #7872 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

On the upside, nobody could accuse me of thinking of my kids as accessories to my outfits.

Not unless they also intended to accuse you of having the fashion sense of a jackdaw.

What's a charismatic church?

One where the hymn book includes Barry White's "Can't Get Enough Of Your Love".


erikaj - May 07, 2005 12:49:24 pm PDT #7873 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I like it, bt. Hmm, wonder if that's why so many reprobate soul singers have a gospel phase.


Cashmere - May 07, 2005 12:50:09 pm PDT #7874 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

billytea, did you see my link to the penguins with syphillis?


Cashmere - May 07, 2005 12:51:52 pm PDT #7875 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Whoops. Sorry. It was the funny Chlamydia, not the funny Syphilis


billytea - May 07, 2005 12:52:35 pm PDT #7876 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

billytea, did you see my link to the penguins with syphillis?

I did (i.e. the chlamydia). Poor penguins. I'm glad they're on the mend.


erikaj - May 07, 2005 12:53:16 pm PDT #7877 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

gonorrhea, no? I remember because I spent a long time yesterday looking at the headline going "WTF?"Cash is right...it's the other STD that's hard to spell. Still, ick.


Lee - May 07, 2005 12:54:22 pm PDT #7878 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Wow was that in the wrong place. Too many windows open at once.


Topic!Cindy - May 07, 2005 12:55:04 pm PDT #7879 of 10001
What is even happening?

When Christopher turns 25, I still intend to pop him one, right in the nose. By the time he's 25, I'll be 58. He won't be a child or nearly so. And no jury of my true peers would convict me, anyhow.

Now he just disappears inside the house. He's the stealth bombs of babies. I swear Ben and I have PPSD from the Great Escape of '03. Oh, and Monday...I didn't tell you about Monday. Mum brings Julia to her ballet lessons, and then takes the boys out for ice cream, on Mondays. When the came home, the boys brought the barrels up (trash day), but Julia and Mum came right in.

My mother went to leave and said, "Where's Christopher?"

Julia said, "He didn't come in. He DIDN'T COME IN!"

Ben was just coming up the outside steps, and he looked outside, and then came in. Julia ran outside, screaming his name. Now, we'd all been in the kitchen, or on the side of the yard where the kitchen door is, which is the direct route to both the driveway and street. Julia was in a panic. My mother was trying not to panic. Ben was just revving up to panic, and I went numb. I told Benjamin to look inside, while I looked outside. My mother and Julia were already out to the sidewalk, I think. Julia was nearly hysterical calling Christopher's name. I had just started to holler for him, when I heard Ben yell from inside that he'd found Chris in the den (other side of the house).

This means Chris walked right past all four of us. All the other outside doors were locked, so he couldn't have gotten in another way. I had a headache, and was shaking and crying. I really wasn't worried when it first started, but Julia was so very worried, that it revved me up.


Topic!Cindy - May 07, 2005 12:56:04 pm PDT #7880 of 10001
What is even happening?

Not unless they also intended to accuse you of having the fashion sense of a jackdaw.

Hey! I resemble that.


Cass - May 07, 2005 12:58:37 pm PDT #7881 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Oh, Owen, no scaring the parents. Oh Cash...

Also, whatever you do, don’t ask Auntie Cindy’s son about door locks.
Sigh. Sadly this is excellent advice.

I am sorry Christopher gave you a fright, Cindy. Again.

Kids are scary. t KrazyGlues knees together