Ooh, Maine, fun.
eta: The 4th of July is sounding better and better all the time, except for the part where it is too far away.
If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Lee - Apr 01, 2005 12:24:29 pm PST #870 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
billytea - Apr 01, 2005 12:24:35 pm PST #871 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.
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Sparky1 - Apr 01, 2005 12:25:06 pm PST #872 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Sparklers!!
Susan W. - Apr 01, 2005 12:25:30 pm PST #873 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Jilli, disposing of bodies is hard work and prone to ruining pretty clothes, and murder trials are a bore.
Feel free to remind me of that next time I have dealings with Bridezilla.
Jessica - Apr 01, 2005 12:26:07 pm PST #874 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
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brenda m - Apr 01, 2005 12:26:26 pm PST #875 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Don't fall, billytea!
Oh, wait. Carry on.
Atropa - Apr 01, 2005 12:27:02 pm PST #876 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Jilli, disposing of bodies is hard work and prone to ruining pretty clothes, and murder trials are a bore.
True, true. But I still want to stab him.
billytea - Apr 01, 2005 12:28:04 pm PST #877 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.
My mother was fond of telling me that as an infant, once I'd mastered sitting, I reminded her of a weebl. A very happy and contented weebl. Only 'weebl' is not an Australian term, so it was "one of those toys that rocks back and forth and never falls down".
Pie is my heritage.
Lilty Cash - Apr 01, 2005 12:28:35 pm PST #878 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Maine!!!
Yeah, that's all I've got to contribute. Off to shower and girlify in the unlikely event that a certain Army Boy should make a late night appearance at the pub. I have glitter. It tastes like marshmallows.
billytea - Apr 01, 2005 12:29:08 pm PST #879 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.
Anyway. I'm only up now because I was having bedroom furniture delivered. Now that it has been, I'm heading back to bed so I can pretend I slept in. Tootles.