Willow ,'Get It Done'
[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.
So, what do we think of this shirt, in fuchsia? For me, I mean? I can wear fuchsia, can't I? [link]
I vastly prefer a big hairy Zin or a ballsy Shiraz over a Merlot. In general I don't like Merlot, because they don't have much taste. Though I've had some that are amazing. You just have to know what to buy. (Though I admit I thought that Ravenswood Merlot was a good choice, based on the fact that their Zins make me roll over and beg.)
Please don't call me "sweet-weetie-muffin-butt" again.Sorry, thought I was calling my kinesiologist. Whoops.
I hate how a full bottle of medication can trigger all the bad feelingsIs there anything I can do to help? Walk you through taking the one pill and putting the bottle away maybe?
In general I don't like Merlot, because they don't have much taste. Though I've had some that are amazing.
IME, good Merlot is hella expensive. As in, I've only ever had it at wine tastings because I can't afford to buy it myself.
Shiraz and malbec tend to be more reliable mid-range options for me, pricewise.
vw, can you just lay down, without the meds? Is Emily around?
IME, good Merlot is hella expensive. As in, I've only ever had it at wine tastings because I can't afford to buy it myself.
Yup. I keep trying to remember the ungodly expensive one that my mom and stepdad love. I mocked them for being so crazy over a Merlot, and then I tried it, and had to admit I was wrong in my mockage. But only about that specific wine.
Sorry, thought I was calling my kinesiologist. Whoops.
If you could be more scientific about this I would appreciate it.
Emily's at work.
I'm getting close to hysterics. This is ridiculous. I know better than this.
No? Shirt bad? Teppy can't wear fuchsia?
I'm leaving to go to my work Xmas party. When I next check in, I will probably be about 70 pounds heavier from all the Italian food. Yum.
Oh! Story ita will like!
Through a complicated and boring series of events, Mom ended up at a party at her old boss' house...she really hates this person, okay? And B. was going on at some length about self-defense at the Y, yada yada. So she asks M. has she had self-defense? And Mom's like "I grew up on Van Buren and my dad used to prizefight. He taught me a lot."(Van Buren is Phoenix's Mount and Fayette, kinda. For all your whoring and drugging needs. Mama grew up *on* the tracks.)
And so B's like "Oh, really? Tell me something."
So Mom says 'Oh, if you push a guy's nose hard enough, you can press something into his brain and he could die."
So I was like "Mom, you have to meet ita." Happy thoughts for the holidays...but it's not just my fault...genes work against me. Genes and The Man.
I think it'd be a fine shirt, and I also think you could pull off fuschia beautifully.