I wants a cupcake!
South Park does not exist. South Park does not exist. There is no place like home... t clicks ruby slippers
[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 wants a cupcake!
South Park does not exist. South Park does not exist. There is no place like home... t clicks ruby slippers
Honey, South Park is nothing like home.
South Park is a podunk town, populated by a small number of epicly comic quasi-hicks, in the middle of GREEN mountains. Totally different vibe.
In last night's episode Wendy was inexplicably lusting for Eric. I nearly wet myself when he came riding over a hillside on a horse and swept her off her feet (in her dreams).
I am safe here, among the bitches. PMM has a thing for Kissinger so I'll never be the biggest freak inappropriate-attraction-wise.
South Park is a podunk town,check
populated by a small number of epicly comic quasi-hicks,check
in the middle of GREEN mountains.oh...
Totally different vibe.Obviously.
Dude! Go check the featured article on the front page of wikipedia. It will make you smile.
Not as much as an oddly southern accent in the middle of western mountain ranges, but still pretty cool.
Mmmmm. Race porn...
And I am off to bed.
But, for the record, South Park is wrong. Celery wrong.
Funny as fuck wrong.
Extended b-day happiness to dw and Lilty!
On an enrelated note: I feel like whining.
Whines.
Trudy, I'm glad you're getting offers. Feh on the agent, and I hope you get the right job for you.
Cindy, insent.
backflung and thanks, vw.