Tara: That was funny if you've studied Taglarin mystic rites and... are a total dork... Riley: Then how come Xander didn't laugh?

'Selfless'


Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

[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.


brenda m - Aug 17, 2005 8:54:27 am PDT #6944 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

Personally, I would have marked it "Looney, keep away," but the post office doesn't have a stamp like that.

I need a stamp like that.


DavidS - Aug 17, 2005 8:56:50 am PDT #6945 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I don't know what I am looking for; I only know I haven't found it yet.

::cues U2 for sj's hair::


Polter-Cow - Aug 17, 2005 9:01:40 am PDT #6946 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Susan roooooooooooocks.


erikaj - Aug 17, 2005 9:03:33 am PDT #6947 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I still love that song, man. Don't worry, sj, you're in good hands there. I have my OTH, pretty much, I think, thanks to Hec.


Frankenbuddha - Aug 17, 2005 9:05:12 am PDT #6948 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

I need a stamp like that.

Or a tattoo.


Daisy Jane - Aug 17, 2005 9:11:31 am PDT #6949 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

That's a lovely tribute to your father,Susan


Volans - Aug 17, 2005 9:12:59 am PDT #6950 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Thanks for the advice, all. Corn syrup is yet another thing I can't get here, so Mal's safe from that. I assume I could use Lyle's Golden syrup if it came down to it, but we're going with the diluted grape juice (which he seems to be a big fan of) and the olive-oil-water (which he doesn't mind). I keep telling him "This too shall pass" and then giggling. I need to get out more.

But I just put him to bed, and early indications seem to be that the treatment is working. Tomorrow is my neighborhood farmer's market, so I was going to load up on fruits and veggies anyway, and start stewing/straining/freezing food for him while the produce is still good.

Jen, I wasn't really responding to your comment to Nora (which I thought was really funny, because I remember all too well the days when my child-having friends could talk about nothing else). I was just trying for a little delicacy, as my natural inclination is to be a little too descriptive, probably.

Lovely memories of your dad, Susan.

Job-ma to PC.


Aims - Aug 17, 2005 9:15:23 am PDT #6951 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I was going to load up on fruits and veggies anyway, and start stewing/straining/freezing food for him while the produce is still good.

Got yer ice trays ready?


Atropa - Aug 17, 2005 9:25:26 am PDT #6952 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Um. I feel I should say hello to Mr or Ms BasketSelling person, whose query wrt improving the gothic baskets is courteous and not unreasonable, and yet I'm slightly weirded out by the abruptness of her (?) arrival. Hi though. I dare say Jilli will be along in the fullness of time.

After she's had coffee and stomped on a few small work emergencies, yep.

Jilli's time is full like her skirts.

And I'm wearing quite full skirts today, go figure!

Hello, BasketBoo-tique! Erm, I'm sorry if I made you concerned about your products, because that wasn't my intent. I sent you email with some suggestions, but my main one: all your stuff is very cute, but some slightly more elegant offerings would be lovely, too.

Blllllarg. Don't wanna be at work today.


Volans - Aug 17, 2005 9:35:58 am PDT #6953 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Got yer ice trays ready?

Indeed I do. The supermarket was having a sale on them, so I bought a bunch (in baby colors!).

Then my housekeeper washed them and wanted to fill them with ice, and I confused her by trying to explain it, so that today I had the Lord God King Mother of all First-World Problems: I couldn't find where my maid had put the ice cube trays.