How much like him?
Enough to forever make him an entirely nonsexual being in my world.
[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.
How much like him?
Enough to forever make him an entirely nonsexual being in my world.
Evil Plei sneaks in with her cool new haircut news and takes all the wind out of my sails. It's a good thing I love you, woman, or we'd be fighting in a fountain like Alexis and the other Dynasty woman.
We should totally do that! But in jello! For charity!
It shouldn't be a question. You either are or you aren't. We might need a SPP ruling.
Nah. I'm a one-woman kind of tea. I really don't think I have the energy for more.
or we'd be fighting in a fountain like Alexis and the other Dynasty woman. But without the shoulder pads.
Heh. I don't know if I've ever walked into a gay bar in San Francisco without seeing that clip on the TV.
Evil Plei sneaks in with her cool new haircut news and takes all the wind out of my sails. It's a good thing I love you, woman, or we'd be fighting in a fountain like Alexis and the other Dynasty woman.
We should totally do that! But in jello! For charity!
Screw charity -- I'm thinking pay-per-view, syndication rights, money money money. W00t!
Screw charity -- I'm thinking pay-per-view, syndication rights, money money money. W00t!
I'm in! Paypal's good, right? This could be the Bitches equivalent of funding Nilly's trip to America.
There is no eros in my Cohen appreciation.None? Huh.
Screw charity -- I'm thinking pay-per-view, syndication rights, money money money. W00t!
WOO!
Okay, to be fair, the charity I was thinking of was, y'know, us.
So we can, umm. I dunno. Buy shit.
SHOE MONEY TONIGHT!
So we can, umm. I dunno. Buy shit.
SHOE MONEY TONIGHT!
TPBs, baby. TPBs. Momma needs Batman TPBs.
Okay. 3:20 a.m., and I finally feel like I might be ready to sleep. Am going to go give it a shot. Wish me unconsciousness.
None? Huh.
Dude, he sounds like my dad.
I heard him speak before I heard him sing, because I first heard him on Austin City Limits*. Thought processes went, "Huh, sounds like Dad. Whoa. Good music."
*Almost all my musical knowledge/exposure outside of my sister's stuff--which is pretty much Stevie Nicks 24/7--comes from 1986 or later. Before that, I listened exclusively to talk radio. My parents had music, but as the record player broke when I was small, and they never spent the money to get it fixed, all we ever listened to that wasn't classical music was Simon and Garfunkle or Neil Diamond, because the tape player belonged to my mother, and her taste isn't all that grand.