that poem is lovely.
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.
I want to get married again so I can use that poem.
Memo to lurking DH: Of course I mean get married again to you, so you can hold off on all the cracks about my secret boyfriends or me meeting hottie reenactor guys, but you know the sure way around the latter would be to come with me once I start reenacting stuff.
Skipping to the end, because I must share the earworm, that came to me completely out of the blue this morning as I arrived at work. No provocation. None. I hearby present the ancient Orowheat jingle:
Good morning! Good muffin! Life's sweet with Orowheat. Good morning, good muffin, to you!
runs away and hides.
What? No, I am not the devil.
Bye.
It does not earworm me, because I do not know it. You have failed.
I don't know it either, unless it's to the tune of "Good Morning" from Singin' in the Rain (is it Singin' or Singing?), which it certainly fits.
Thanks a lot -t. I didn't have the tune, now it is stuck even if that is not the right tune.
Blast...
Nora, what color is your living room?
I'm good at sharing earworms, even the ones that aren't mine.
living room color:
a deep rich yellow.
Waves a muppet wave adieu to Lilty
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