ALRIGHT, FOLKS, LETS JUST LAY OFF THE DYING NOW!
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
What? Death is my gift. Oh, you mean people who are real. Okay, then.
Convienently I won't have to change from one event to the other. Black is always a safe memorial choice.
Poor kid was four years younger than me. And was full of untapped potential. And a whole lot of destructive behaivor too.
I'm going to go have a shower and a cry and remember happier times with Billy. Sigh...
aw {{Cass}}
and cookbook!
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BTW, cookbook arriveing made my day. Really. I've been feeling very sorry for myself. I feel more like me. with extra sentiment and soppieness.
Awwwww...{{{Cass}}}
Yay for beth's cookbook! Isn't it fun? I just think they're so fun! Of course, I'm biased. But, I did have the best cookbook team a girl could ask for.
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If beth got her cookbook, maybe mine is waiting for me at home! (Stupid clock, tick faster!)
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It sounds like the cookbooks are working their ways westward. I got mine middle of last week. They must be using the Pony Express again.