Or, if it's that close...
Xander: I do have Spaghetti-os. Set 'em on top of the dryer and you're a fluff cycle away from lukewarm goodness. Riley: I, uh, had dryer-food for lunch.
'Same Time, Same Place'
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 5:48:56 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.
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