There are more pictures of Teacup Guy and I starting here.
Perkins, someone should buy you that.
'Him'
[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.
I think someone should buy me this:
Oooh, pretty. You should totally have someone buy you that.
TCG is HOTT. And the two of you look so utterly smashing together!
Cutie head couple!
Perkins, I agree.
Perkins, someone should buy you that.
See, this is what goes wrong with so many of my plans. Lots of agreement; no volunteers.
TCG is HOTT. And the two of you look so utterly smashing together!
Thanks! I know I think so.
staggers back from 'Jesus Christ: Super Hero'.
Wow.
The thing that killed me the most? The haphazard mixture of thee and thou and doth and dost and hath and has. But outwith the language - just - wow.
has no more words.
has no more words.
::Pours alphabet soup into Fay's gaping and astounded mouth.::
Drunken people should not be allowed access to email. This is the conclusion of my mortification after worriedly checking my "Sent Mail" folder this morning.
I'd give more details, but the pain is too fresh.
{{{wv and Toto}}}
Yay ChiKat and Jars!
Also, if anyone ever sees me posting here, or anywhere else, about having my credit card nearly paid off? Please hit me upside the head with a cricket bat. It's clearly considered taunting by the financial fates, and I've been handed a cracked cylinder head in my car's engine by way of retribution.
On the upside, the weather's cooled off dramatically, and I have all my apartment windows open and fans going. It's all gray, damp, and lovely. Also, at one point today there was mud pie, which in Elmo's Diner terms means an undercooked brownie-like filling in a chocolate graham crust with vanilla ice cream and fudge topping. So, in short, I still believe in a Divine Power, whatever name you care to give Him/Her/It.