So, if she weighs as much as a duck...
'Heart Of Gold'
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.
We hatesss them, my precciousss. Nasty witches, burn, buuuuurn.
I guess he probably [synonyms: apparently, assumably, believably, doubtless, expediently, feasibly, imaginably, like enough, maybe, most likely, no doubt, perchance, perhaps, plausibly, possibly, practicably, presumably, presumptively, reasonably, seemingly] wants more than that, huh?
Yay I say to flea, and her expanding family!
I still want to contribute to the mayflower letters.
TO: King
FROM: Miles
RE: Puritans
I agree that the Puritans have been mucking about in local politics, haranging everyone with their strict moral codes, and generally making life miserable for those not pious enough for them. But do we really need to take things to the extreme of sending them off to the wilderness? Sure, you can convince them that they will be noble pioneers, but what of history? Quite likely the surviving colonies will eventually become filled with more of the same. Perhaps I should go along to smooth things over. I hope my influence and the experience of such a rough life will make for colonies a little more tolerant towards outside ideologies.
Yours in service, Miles Standish.
To: GovPhipps@mass.gov
From: larrycolonist@coven.org
Subject: Witches
The witch, the witch, the witch is on fire....
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To: larrycolonist@coven.org
From: GovPhipps@mass.gov
Subject: Re: Witches
You don't need no water -- let the motherfuckers burn; burn, motherfuckers, burn.
To: GovPhipps@mass.gov
From: Darla@brothel.org
My syllabub doth bring all the lads to the yard.
OMG, you guys are so freaking funny.
flea, congratulations on the armadillo!
It's entirely normal to get out of bed just to eat a jar of feta-stuffed olives and drink a mug of white hot chocolate, right?
If you're flea.
Or Cashmere.
Or hungry.
Now I want olives. Hope somebody's happy.