Join us at Stephanie's place, Brenda. Freshly roasted beans and extra bonus baby toes!
Do you see any goats around? No, because I sacrificed them.
Willow ,'Showtime'
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.
amych - Oct 23, 2005 6:42:30 am PDT #21 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Ginger - Oct 23, 2005 6:44:06 am PDT #22 of 10003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
If you were here, I'd make your drink for you with fresh roasted beans.
t Heads north on I-85. Hopes she's on the right interstate.
dw - Oct 23, 2005 6:44:25 am PDT #23 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
Top 3025?
At least I finally slept.
Almare - Oct 23, 2005 6:45:25 am PDT #24 of 10003
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
It was bug? Like a cute-as-a-button bug, a worship-me bug, or I-want-to-make-out-with-a-geek bug?
beth b - Oct 23, 2005 6:46:36 am PDT #25 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
you didn't wait for me to get up?!? so sad.
after coffee, it won't be.
DCJensen - Oct 23, 2005 6:49:20 am PDT #26 of 10003
All is well that ends in pizza.
Not sure. It's been so long since I've tried it, and i haven't been keeping up with all the developments, either.
Maybe it was a sleepy bug that finally got taken out by a cat while nobody was home. Then you find the carcas in the unused bedroom, where it has been laying ther for some time and is covered with dust.
§ ita § - Oct 23, 2005 6:49:29 am PDT #27 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Hey they fixed the "extra posts over 10,000" feature bug.
Many many moons ago now, DCJ. As well as many threads.
WindSparrow - Oct 23, 2005 6:51:34 am PDT #28 of 10003
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Harvey got himself a laundry basket time-out this morning by hopping up onto my computer as a rebound from Daniel firmly commanding him to Get! Off! The! Counter! Greedy bastard (literally, as I happen to know his parents were not married) was eating a Pilsbury Grands Buttermilk Biscuit. He had polished off quite a bit of it too.
JohnSweden - Oct 23, 2005 6:52:18 am PDT #29 of 10003
I can't even.
Morning (well, it is still morning here)!
Laundry happening, I have tea. I either need or want coffee and a run to the grocery store is in my immediate future.
WindSparrow - Oct 23, 2005 6:53:09 am PDT #30 of 10003
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Many many moons ago now, DCJ. As well as many threads.
That's what I told him, when he mentioned it to me. And in pretty much those exact words, ita ;-)