{{{Aimee}}} You get to do what makes you feel better. There are no rules.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
Rock n Rye Faygo and cheddar cheese and sour cream chips, please.
Scooped into your mouth by:
a) Orlando Bloom
b) Johnny Depp
c) James Marsters
d) David Boreanaz
or
e) Firelfly Boy of your choice
Wash, please.
Empress, if I could get to you I'd give you a nice neck rub and scalp massage.
{{{Aimee}}}
Can I just come in and curl up on the comfy chair? Sleep all day?
Of course. You can even have the fluffy blanket.
Wash or Alan Tudyk?
Alan Tudyk.
I'm not going to buy one of these, even if the pseudo-ass is better than my real one:
see thru skirts all the rage in Japan
That's been proved to be a hoax.
Let me run by Spamalot and steal him...
t sticks big texan in box
t pokes holes in box
t fed-exes