'Touched'
[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.
Awww. I just got this in my gmail:
this is my first email for 2006 i miss you i would love to chat in the near future....
phil
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He can be a pretty sweet goober when he wants to. He's probably posting from his Sidekick. He's going to be in SF in January so we can hook up for lunch. I told him I watched him lose $800,000 on tv last night.
He's going to be in SF in January so we can hook up for lunch. I told him I watched him lose $800,000 on tv last night.
He'll probably expect you to pay for lunch.
Cutiehead Phil.
The cats are swarming me, it must be past my bedtime. Laundry is at last folded, so all my chores are done and I can go set the alarm for too damn early. See you tomorrow, tommy and brenda!
He'll probably expect you to pay for lunch.
Naw, he's happy to pick up the tab. I fed him home cooked meals about three times a month when he was a starving backgammon hustler.
Have fun with the afterplay!We are slounge. There has been mirth, merriment and 3.0 flashed. Good night. Stef just went to bed and we are watching Batman Begins. And drinking champagne. Life, she is good.
I can also report that cashmere sweat / jogging / yoga pants are an outrageous splurge that might be worth every penny. Mine were Christmas booty that I internally rolled my eyes at a little, but I have them on now and I might never wear anything else again. Ever. Also people grope you when you wear cashmere. And cats sniff.
and some new girl from MinnesotaWhat. Evah. Chicks from elsewhere coming into our state... Sheesh.
What. Evah. Chicks from elsewhere coming into our state... Sheesh.
HEY!
t stomps off to sit with Juliana
Go! And take all of the pretty with you while you are at it!
Hee hee hee... blush.
I'm just jealous that other people get to snuggle you tonight!
Or a bearskin rug.
That would just be inviting trouble. Though the cats might like to hiss at it. Or pretend they killed it.
When Sammie was a kitten, she was afeared of my bear-shaped stuffed animals. She love, love, loved my very german shepherd (ok, maybe it was only cocker spaniel) sized stuffed tiger, and would happily play with its paws and tail. One of the times when she'd got her shots as an adult cat, she spent the rest of the day feeling a bit under the weather, and she curled up next to it in the bedroom and slept all day. I believe she is all into the face-pattern recognision.
Harvey, on the other hand, has never shown any interest in stuffed animals other than mouse-shaped for attacking and nibbling on. My leopard-print fuzzy slippers, though, he would slap good and hard to make sure they were dead.