Boo. That's what I figured. The pretty grass would die a painful and quick death in this climate.
It's possible that he's in the land of perpetual Wednesday, or the crazy melty land, or you know, the world without shrimp.
Anya ,'Showtime'
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.
Laura - Mar 19, 2006 2:31:07 pm PST #4400 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
sj - Mar 19, 2006 2:31:59 pm PST #4401 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Everyone just finally left my mother's house for a birthday party for my stepfather and his twin brother. I am amazed that only 14 people can manage to be so loud.
P.M. Marc - Mar 19, 2006 2:39:27 pm PST #4402 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Yes, but Laura, you can grow MANGOS.
Which totally trump pretty grass.
Steph L. - Mar 19, 2006 2:45:11 pm PST #4403 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
So, SA was here visiting me this weekend, and last night we got dressed up, including corsets and (p)leather, and had much fun. And there were, of course, pictures. (Most pictures taken by The Boy, who was more than happy to watch hot girls lace each other into corsets....)
(Also, in these pictures, the only things that SA is wearing that belong to her are her boots and her corset. The pleather pants, necklace, earrings, and stockings [which you can't see] are mine, and the long PVC gloves belong to The Boy.)
Lacing up.
A little more.
And a little more.
Just a little more.
Laced up.
SA = HOTT.
Guh.
Gah.
Meep.
Me showing off my new shoes.
Being dorks.
Smooch.
Gosh, look at those.
And, presto! I will change you into a sex goddess!
P.M. Marc - Mar 19, 2006 2:49:09 pm PST #4404 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
RAAR!
Dang, you two are the hotness.
brenda m - Mar 19, 2006 2:50:30 pm PST #4405 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Day-um. I want to play dress-up! Also, I love your corset.
Pix - Mar 19, 2006 2:50:51 pm PST #4406 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
What they said!
Laura - Mar 19, 2006 2:55:30 pm PST #4407 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
My screen melted!!! Wow. Such hottitude!
I will have to send you mangoes Plei. I have 3 trees and so so many of them. Late summer I think.
sj - Mar 19, 2006 2:58:23 pm PST #4408 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Very hot pictures! I want to play dress up.
Steph L. - Mar 19, 2006 3:07:11 pm PST #4409 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Heh. SA had been debating between a black brocade skirt with the corset, or my pants. When she came out of the bedroom in the pants and corset, The Boy went non-verbal. We decided that indicated the pants were the right choice.