What are you watching, reading, clicking on, thinking of or talking about billytea?
David Attenborough's Life of Mammals - The Chisellers.
Oh look! Capybaras!
Willow: Happy hunting. Buffy: Wish me monsters.
'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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 - Dec 30, 2005 4:18:12 am PST #2280 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.
Topic!Cindy - Dec 30, 2005 4:31:40 am PST #2281 of 10001
What is even happening?
What are you watching, reading, clicking on, thinking of or talking about billytea?I'm mostly of the Call-me-anything-you-want but don't-call-me-late-for-dinner variety.
Also? You're not sleeping, Cass.
Cashmere - Dec 30, 2005 4:34:43 am PST #2282 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Deena, I hope the eye gunk is easily taken care of. I hate conjunctivitis. But not more than stomachy ick. Poor Kara.
billytea's watch & post with David Attenborough's Life of Mammals is charming.
The blood draw was quick and painless and I have a pumpkin spice latte with half a cheese danish. I hope DH wakes up before his mocha goes cold and before I eat the other half of the danish.
I'm trying to commit suicide by cuteness, and had to call special attention to this "Pinky and the Brain" moment.
I love chinchillas. I can't see how someone could make something that cute into a coat.
WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2005 4:35:49 am PST #2283 of 10001
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.
Huggles to all Bitches and their loved ones. It just seems like there are too many to name, but I really am wishing happier times (even if all it takes is a few less sniffles) to us all.
Jessica - Dec 30, 2005 4:49:03 am PST #2284 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
last night Kara played exorcist and today we're all much sicker than we were even before Christmas. Argh.
I take it that the "exorcist" comment means stomach virus?
Ah! I was going to a "Kara accidentally released a demon into our home and it's making us sick" place.
SuziQ - Dec 30, 2005 4:51:41 am PST #2285 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Timelies.
I'm at work but have NO motivation to do a damn thing other than surf. Entertain me. Please?
billytea - Dec 30, 2005 4:54:57 am PST #2286 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's watch & post with David Attenborough's Life of Mammals is charming.
I have a particular love of that episode, because it reminds me of the Bitches "rape-me-with-your-camisole" conversation.
Topic!Cindy - Dec 30, 2005 5:06:18 am PST #2287 of 10001
What is even happening?
I have a particular love of that episode, because it reminds me of the Bitches "rape-me-with-your-camisole" conversation.I will not ask. I will not.
Suzi, have you stacked cats [link] recently? Thrown rocks at boys [link] as of late? Considered snowbowling [link] as a pastime? Tried out Google Fight [link] perhaps?
Jessica - Dec 30, 2005 5:07:50 am PST #2288 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I have a particular love of that episode, because it reminds me of the Bitches "rape-me-with-your-camisole" conversation.
I missed this entire conversation. Now I must know which LoM ep you're talking about so I can pull it off the shelf and watch it.
billytea - Dec 30, 2005 5:11:38 am PST #2289 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.
I missed this entire conversation. Now I must know which LoM ep you're talking about so I can pull it off the shelf and watch it.
The Chisellers, the one about rodents. Way cool. I am now watching the Meat-Eaters, which cannot hope to rival the Chisellers for coolness. Not even dogs with webbed feet.