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[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.
Also, Bitches who have had or who fear boobular containment issues should note that at least one corset on that site has shoulder straps. Very pretty, too.
I ended up buying a corset with straps. No boobular containment failure. Yay, contained boobs!
Profile is great (I just typed that graet, which is subconscious for you), Steph.
Plei, I sent it to your gmail address; ita, check your mail.
Why does e-mail actually to me still make me feel loved? I think it's because I get 80 spams a day.
Whee!
Also, all the women in Melbourne who have recently speed-dated: CRAXXY. Tonight's speed-daters had better get on the ball and right quick. glares all beady-eyed and menacing in the general direction of Australia
Tooooootally.
As a person who has been in the in-person company of Mr. tea, seriously, they're wacky not to get the fabulosity. Perhaps they slipped something crazy-making in the ladies drinks at the last shindig?
Rock like Slayer, Steph.
YOU DA MAN!
I'll be sure to tell Perkins that you don't suck, no matter what she claims.
Why does e-mail actually to me still make me feel loved? I think it's because I get 80 spams a day.
Oh, I also included some information on Christian Home Mortgages and Levitra, just for good measure.
I get cigs and Cialis...although maybe the spammers have noted my new antihero preference and are sort of pre-marketing for the tortured soul I've not met yet.
In Breaking News: I am a mean mean mean old lady.
yes.
Just ask The Cat Daniel. He came trotting in not five minutes ago, dragging something behind him, and retired under the coffee table. I hurried over to the coffee table and rescued the set of Mr Wolf ears (makeshift headband maybe five inches thick made of mysteryanimal fur, with surprisingly convincing ears made of mysteryanimalfur glued onto shapes cut from the base of a plastic bottle, complete with corner) before he could shag them.
The Cat Daniel is not impressed. I pointed out that the door was open, and that Maadi was full of real cats, and that he was welcome to go outside and get laid. He just pouted, and looked gloomily up at the bookshelf where his furry little almost-sex-toy had been hastily placed.
Somehow, I can picture this and it makes me laugh.