Jayne ,'Objects In Space'
[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.
Oh, you poor thing.
{{{Cindy}}}
Sending chocolate and cake and magic crickets you don't have to touch, as well as dry pants, magic ATM cards with unforgettable passwords, and more chocolate. And flowers for your mom. (Unless they make you sneeze, in which case she'll have to make do with chocolate.)
Poor bizarro Cindy.
I think I'll send her some money.
How about send laugh?
edit: which came out very, very wrong. Decidedly not meant in an "at you" kind of way.
At. With. Whatever.
Sending chocolate and cake and magic crickets you don't have to touch, as well as dry pants, magic ATM cards with unforgettable passwords, and more chocolate. And flowers for your mom. (Unless they make you sneeze, in which case she'll have to make do with chocolate.)sniff You understand me, so well.
I'm just ground down from being sick and/or injured for two months solid. Enough is enough. Everything has been relatively petty, and even Scott's Lyme seems on the mend. I'm just fed up. In a ground down way.
::sends cabana boys::
*blesses Plei*
I'm just fed up. In a ground down way.
Right there with you, babe.
Cabana boys! I *knew* I forgot something!
No booze?
Ah, deer loward, Cindy. You poor thing. Yes, unsneezeable flowers for mom, chocolate for you.
::smacks forehead::
::sending booze, chocolate, bath bombs, and time alone to enjoy all three::