How much does that riding crop cost?
Jayne (Husband): Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature. Mal (Wife): How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people? Jayne (Husband): If I could make you purtier, I would. Mal (Wife): You are not the man I met a year ago.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
WindSparrow - Jul 09, 2005 7:42:47 pm PDT #9584 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.
DCJensen - Jul 09, 2005 7:44:22 pm PDT #9585 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
How much does that riding crop cost?
The one at the biker chick's garage sale today wasn't for sale. I think she was using it to precisely swat flies.
WindSparrow - Jul 09, 2005 7:45:17 pm PDT #9586 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.
She was good, wasn't she?
DCJensen - Jul 09, 2005 7:46:57 pm PDT #9587 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
She was good, wasn't she?
Well, she didn't seem evil, she seemed to be a right friendly type. Didn't whip us for not buying, at least.
sj - Jul 09, 2005 8:27:01 pm PDT #9588 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Lilty, insent to your profile address.
Trudy Booth - Jul 09, 2005 8:37:15 pm PDT #9589 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Tales of me flashing are very overrated. There was the one time my sister flashed Tommy Lee using my breasts...
It suddenly dawns on tme that this "my sister with the same name as me" story might be a crock of you-know-what.
You know how toddlers blame things on their imaginary friends? "I didn't DO it! Blinvisible Cass did it! BLINVISIBLE Cass showed my breasts to the freakishly well-endowed rock star. It wasn't meeeeee !"
Gris - Jul 09, 2005 9:05:36 pm PDT #9590 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Do you ever have one of those nights where you feel like you're just teeming with interesting thoughts and feelings, but when you open up your Livejournal comment to post them, nothing comes off of your fingertips?
I want to make a nice long post about how I feel about my future as a teacher, my aspirations for my distant future, why I would want to die in the first round of a nuclear war, and perhaps discuss, at length, why I find religious faith an attractive quality in a mate despite my deep lack of it.
But nothing comes out.
DavidS - Jul 09, 2005 9:27:50 pm PDT #9591 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
But nothing comes out.
Take notes.
Steph L. - Jul 09, 2005 9:29:24 pm PDT #9592 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Hec, can you jump on AIM?
P.M. Marc - Jul 09, 2005 10:55:22 pm PDT #9593 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Everyone will be asleep, but man, my Internets were down all day today! It was sad-making. I mean, sure, I spent most of the day running car-related errands (Paul picked Moya up from the shop last night before going to Batman Begins his own self, and thankfully, her repairs wound up being far less than expected--YAY!) or baby-related errands or visiting-pregnant-friend errands, but still. There were whole stretches of minutes in there while I was doing nothing but nursing and could have used my blinvisible online pals!
Smooches to Cass, who is literally living my nightmare, only with more sorrow, less horror. (The one where I actually married one of the evil exes, and no one will get the paperwork to me to finish up the divorce. Seriously. That was my recurring stress dream for years.)