Well, we're still trying to figure out where she got it.
t /shameless trolling
Come on out, River. The nice man wants to kidnap you.
Simon ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Aims - Apr 01, 2005 5:58:50 pm PST #914 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
DebetEsse - Apr 01, 2005 5:59:58 pm PST #915 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Dry clothes are a beautiful thing.
Um, Sean, what, exactly, is it that you and Trudy are doing with the big golden foil things?
Aims - Apr 01, 2005 6:00:55 pm PST #916 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Those were full of wonderful leftover cake from Gladstones.
Sean K - Apr 01, 2005 6:02:02 pm PST #917 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Well, we're still trying to figure out where she got it.
Me too.
t runs away
Aims - Apr 01, 2005 6:02:46 pm PST #918 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
t cries a lot
vw bug - Apr 01, 2005 6:06:16 pm PST #919 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
She CLEARLY gets it from her mommy.
Pblt! to Sean. He's a big meanie.
Ginger - Apr 01, 2005 6:11:02 pm PST #920 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Pretty, pretty baby. Of course she has the best features of both her parents.
Sean K - Apr 01, 2005 6:15:53 pm PST #921 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
(Anybody who sees pretty Emma in her mommie's arms knows exactly where she got her pretty from)
Pix - Apr 01, 2005 6:17:14 pm PST #922 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oooo, Sean got in trouble, Sean got in trouble!
WindSparrow - Apr 01, 2005 6:32:14 pm PST #923 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
There are few things in life as companionly, in my experience, as having a cat lie next to me while I am half-reclining on the sofa. Harvey has his hind legs up against my hip, his tummy against my thigh, and his front legs stretched along my calf almost to my ankle. Occationally he curls up so his head rests against my knee.