Skee-Lo to Perkins
Lorne: My little prince. Oh…what did they do to you? Angel: Nina…tried to…eat me. Lorne: Oh, you're--medic! You're gonna make it Angel. Just don't stop fighting. Doctor! Is there a Gepetto in the house?
'Smile Time'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aims - Nov 11, 2005 7:34:12 pm PST #3381 of 10006
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aims - Nov 11, 2005 7:34:48 pm PST #3382 of 10006
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her.
msbelle - Nov 11, 2005 7:35:21 pm PST #3383 of 10006
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
oh right. ha.
Jesse - Nov 11, 2005 7:35:41 pm PST #3384 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
were you not fitted with the chip?
Hell to the no!
§ ita § - Nov 11, 2005 7:35:57 pm PST #3385 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I FEEL THE LOVE.
But I feel the cherishing is a little -- secondhand, shall we say?
Lee - Nov 11, 2005 7:37:04 pm PST #3386 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Skee-Lo to Perkins
Yay!
Msbelle, do you want me to send it to you with the other stuff?
Aims - Nov 11, 2005 7:37:32 pm PST #3387 of 10006
Shit's all sorts of different now.
BIG BUTT AND A SMILE!
How could I forget??
Daisy Jane - Nov 11, 2005 7:39:10 pm PST #3388 of 10006
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Hee! I wish I could share, but I'm by myself.
I should drunk dial. I mean, that's what it's for right?!?
msbelle - Nov 11, 2005 7:39:25 pm PST #3389 of 10006
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
sure, why not.
the cherishing is SO not secondhand. that it just bitterness talking. and I cherish your bitterness.
Jesse says hell to the no and my brain starts singing stopit stopit.
Lee - Nov 11, 2005 7:40:41 pm PST #3390 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Okay.