Wish I knew Cass. He just doesn't seem to make any effort to know us, just C. Not that we HAVE to be buddies or anything, but he almost acts as if we are beneight him. That isn't quite it - I don't know how to explain it better through.
Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.
'Hell Bound'
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.
SuziQ - Feb 18, 2006 2:52:11 pm PST #9999 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Cass - Feb 18, 2006 2:52:51 pm PST #10000 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.
Potato!
eta: Okay that is a weird post to end the thread on, but it was a Eureka moment for me.
Jon B. - Feb 18, 2006 3:12:16 pm PST #10001 of 10001
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!
Continue your bitching in Spikes Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.