Hey! Deal's a deal. You send the instaclean and I *then* I send you the transporter.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by a need to nap.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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Hey! Deal's a deal. You send the instaclean and I *then* I send you the transporter.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by a need to nap.
When I was in Portland, there was a Teuscher store. It was as if the angels were singing for me. I grabbed a couple of the champagne truffles for Pamela's birthday and one (new! all dark!) for my tummy. Amazing chocolate makes me swoony.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by a need to nap.
Its the guilt of denying me the teleporter, it has exhausted you.
Teucher chocolates are proof there is a benevolent G*d.
Mmm, chocolate. This is where I do my semi-annual pimping of my SiL's chocolate shop in Holland, isn't it? [link]
Very nice to be related to a purveyor of handmade Belgian and Dutch chocolates. She also sells chocolates to the Queen!
It doesn't matter what I wear, right? Just so I look tidy or soemthing.
This is where I do my semi-annual pimping of my SiL's chocolate shop in Holland:sigh:
Good chocolate...
It doesn't matter what I wear, right?Just looking tidy is all that is needed. Plus? You looking tidy is usually pretty damn good.
I so had intentions of calling a friend to see if she wanted to hang out tonight but I am lacking in motivation. Hugely.
Plus? You looking tidy is usually pretty damn good.
awwwww. you sweet
alright, boobie top, dark lipstick, pants that look best on my beareavment-fattened ass
If I could afford this, I'd rent it right fuckin now.I might too. And I hate living in that city too.
Oops. Killed the thread by not liking living in LA. I didn't mean to.