Well, I'm going to bed. So close, and yet so far. But it's nearly 1 a.m. here, and I have to get up a little earlier tomorrow to take my car in for a service.
Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.
Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
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.
billytea - Oct 23, 2005 5:48:20 am PDT #9997 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
vw bug - Oct 23, 2005 5:48:20 am PDT #9998 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
JZ!
billytea - Oct 23, 2005 5:48:56 am PDT #9999 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Or, if it's that close...
billytea - Oct 23, 2005 5:49:07 am PDT #10000 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Done!
Slumbernutty goodness. I shall sleep well tonight!
DXMachina - Oct 23, 2005 6:06:34 am PDT #10001 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
This thread is done. Go bitch somewhere else:
"Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind." Oct 23, 2005 8:04:47 am PDT