Gwen: Demon, OK? The whole nine—cloven feet and horns and teeth. He wasn't wearing lamé though. Lorne: Yeah, the evil ones can't pull it off. It gets camp.

'Harm's Way'


Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!  

[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.


Cashmere - Sep 01, 2005 2:32:00 pm PDT #223 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

I'd never heard of FLOAM before a few seconds ago, but now I really want some.

Jessica is me.

I roasted a chicken for dinner and we had scalloped potatoes and mixed veggies. Except Owen was so tired from the zoo he fell asleep while I was finishing making it. I thought the nap in the car on the way home was enough. I was wrong.

Fortunately, he woke up after about an hour so I could change his diaper, get him into pajamas and get a little dinner in him. He's watching tv with his dad now.


Topic!Cindy - Sep 01, 2005 2:32:36 pm PDT #224 of 10001
What is even happening?

I bet you could make some kick ass bats with the Floam, Jilli. Granted, they wouldn't be black, but they'd still be kick ass.

Christopher gets so excited when he talks about Floam that he blushes and stammers. I think he's in love.

ALL HAIL THE HYPNO-FLOAM


Cashmere - Sep 01, 2005 2:33:25 pm PDT #225 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Jilli, I'm so sorry about the job. That blows.


§ ita § - Sep 01, 2005 2:33:47 pm PDT #226 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Font tags are certainly allowed.


DCJensen - Sep 01, 2005 2:34:18 pm PDT #227 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

GWB is on tv right now with Clinton and GB.

And yet Clinton still looks more presidential.


Jessica - Sep 01, 2005 2:34:32 pm PDT #228 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

Huh. I must have just had a typo in there, then.

small?

[yep, nevermind.]


Cass - Sep 01, 2005 2:34:35 pm PDT #229 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I am eating stuffed salmon and drinking buttery, okay chardonnay.
Mmmmm, and I will take both oaky and okay wine. Mmmm...

My doctor is now officially a smart-ass.

I called to say that I was getting better but still on the mend and so could I please have more flexeril cause my samples are out tomorrow.

He calls me back. At work.

"I'm confused."

"Why?"

"I thought you were feeling better?"

"Why?"

"Well I am calling you and you're at work."

Sigh... I took off every bit of time he gave me but then decided that I should maybe not get fired so I am working in some pain... And I am getting better, just slowly. Which frustrates me a whole lot more than it frustrates him I bet.

Oh, and he called in the Flexeril. Offered me more samples but his office is not on the way home.

Quite the Jewish jokester, he is...


EpicTangent - Sep 01, 2005 2:42:04 pm PDT #230 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Hey Ms. Cass, is this weekend on the map for your raincheck, or should we give you more time flat on your back (paging SPP...) recovering before trying to have a playdate?


DCJensen - Sep 01, 2005 2:44:03 pm PDT #231 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

{{{Jilli}}}


Jessica - Sep 01, 2005 2:47:16 pm PDT #232 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

50g olive oil equal to about 20 mg ibuprofen in painkilling efficacy. (So not quite a replacement therapy. But still cool!)