I watched and enjoyed Love Monkey!!!
'War Stories'
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.
Was it not great?
Distinctly Ed-like, IMO. But in New York, and with Music, and no bowling alley.
Exactly.
Was the guy who was his mole at Goliath, the Mouth-Breather? Because he looked so familiar.
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I just woke up from what turned out to be a four-hour nap. Um. Stil have a shitload of narratives to write. Crap.
I hope you all don't mind that I may be using the Bitch progress bar method to maintain some semblance of sanity tonight.
I don't think so. It's not listed on Mouth-Breather's imdb page.
I hope you all don't mind that I may be using the Bitch progress bar method to maintain some semblence of sanity tonight.Bitch progress bar.... Heh.
I'm guessing you needed the sleep too. Now that you've grabbed some rest, work.
I hope you all don't mind that I may be using the Bitch progress bar method to maintain some semblance of sanity tonight.
Not at all. And you have inspired me to try to get the phrase "some semblance of sanity" into my performance appraisal.
Eek. Typo in spelling "semblance" in the original post. Please to fix, Mr. T?
Also, ND is the WBB for going out to the grocery store to fetch me Golden Grahams, milk, peanut butter, and bananas (the food that I and my sour stomach have decided is Right and Proper to eat while writing narratives tonight).
Okay, narrative #24 of 62 beginning now. I am bound and determined to fly through these suckers tonight.
Eek. Typo in spelling "semblance" in the original post. Please to fix, Mr. T?
It is done. Your secret is safe with me. The rest of Bitches need never know!
Okay, narrative #24 of 62 beginning now. I am bound and determined to fly through these suckers tonight.
I will be sleeping easier tonight after some panicked nights. I've been out each night this week, and then coming home and desperately trying to find the paperwork for my divorce hearing, which is tomorrow. But it succumbed to my cursory inspections this morning while getting ready for work. Huzzah! Of course, I couldn't find my train ticket or office keycard, but it's a fair swap.
Last night I slept on the couch. I was watching Brendan save the world from alien invasion, it was more comfortable doing so from the prone position, and next thing I know magpies are hollering to their bitches. Verdict: I think the couch is better for my neck than my bed. Hmmm.
Or possibly Brendan yelling at a tv has healing properties.