::gives david the finger::
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
They're for fuddy duddys and maiden aunts and licorice eaters and people who have hard candy in cut glass bowls that melts together into one lump and collects dust.
Well, I'm two of those.
I should clean out the candy dish, yes.
Serial commas suck. They're for fuddy duddys and maiden aunts and licorice eaters and people who have hard candy in cut glass bowls that melts together into one lump and collects dust.
I just figure they're for Americans.
::pppllbbtt::
::notes licorice stain down the middle of tongue::
::gives david the finger::
::notes distinct hard candy/dust combo on fingertip::
t rolls eyes forever at Hec
I write historical fiction. It's supposed to be old-school.
::notes licorice stain down the middle of tongue::
I can't stand licorice, I'll have you know.
::hides candy dish::
Wow, talk about your grim fandangos: Suicide Mistaken For Halloween Decoration
Joe sent that link to me earlier.
Ick. Poor woman.
They're for fuddy duddys and maiden aunts and licorice eaters and people who have hard candy in cut glass bowls that melts together into one lump and collects dust.
Those who don't use them are the sort of naive futurists who think that we'd have banned war, poverty, and crappy popular music by now. They are intellectual failures, clockcuckooland residents, and the first against the wall when the revolution comes.
So THAT's why I married a curry-hating fruitcake-lover! He is wise in the ways of commas.