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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 - Feb 09, 2006 8:21:09 pm PST #8440 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'm pretty sure than saying "More boobies" and then linking to birds is a warnable offense around here.

I did not lie. Anyway, these are more distinctive.

Try this: go to Google and search images for blue-footed boobies. I got a page of pictures of the aforementioned blue-footeds, and one rather anomalous pic entitled "Tribute to Paulina Porizkova". That I did not expect.


Cass - Feb 09, 2006 8:21:36 pm PST #8441 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Not when they are the blue-footed. Those are always good for a click.

Canadian tv is odd. All the characters are trying to be nice. Even when they are really pissed off. Or giving seriously inappropriate relationship advice.


Aims - Feb 09, 2006 8:22:13 pm PST #8442 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Too far from Canada here. Have to get the Mexican stuff. Butyeah. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!

I've weaned myself down to 2 cans a day. One with lunch, one when I get home from work. I was up to like, 6 at one point.


billytea - Feb 09, 2006 8:22:18 pm PST #8443 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'd recommend stopping Coke entirely. Unless you can get the Canadian stuff with real sugar in it. Mmmmmmm.

I find myself unable to do so, but am amply supplied with the Australian stuff with real sugar in it.


Aims - Feb 09, 2006 8:23:17 pm PST #8444 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

nyway, these are more distinctive

I agree. I love the color. I want one. Someone fetch me a blue-footed boobie. It shall be the new Bird of the Empire.


billytea - Feb 09, 2006 8:24:19 pm PST #8445 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.

Canadian tv is odd. All the characters are trying to be nice. Even when they are really pissed off. Or giving seriously inappropriate relationship advice.

That's when I'm at my nicest! It doesn't work if you're unconvincing.


Cass - Feb 09, 2006 8:26:06 pm PST #8446 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Try this: go to Google and search images for blue-footed boobies. I got a page of pictures of the aforementioned blue-footeds, and one rather anomalous pic entitled "Tribute to Paulina Porizkova".
I got to page 11 but no Tribute.

I think there is a reason I don't drink soda. Which has nothing to do with Paulina Porizkova. More to do with the cloying sweet.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Feb 09, 2006 8:27:24 pm PST #8447 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

I got to page 11 but no Tribute.

Your filter may be set differently. BT's is set to 'filth' so he can track down pics of boobies online.


Cass - Feb 09, 2006 8:27:35 pm PST #8448 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

It doesn't work if you're unconvincing.
I'm finding it lacking in creditibility even still.


billytea - Feb 09, 2006 8:31:48 pm PST #8449 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 got to page 11 but no Tribute.

But you saw many many pics of blue-footed boobies, didn't you? Everyone wins!

Your filter may be set differently. BT's is set to 'filth' so he can track down pics of boobies online.

It's true, I now just call it my filther. (My date last night told me I had a dirty mind. I blamed D.)