Granola:
And on that note, I'm off to bed. Night!
Wesley: Hey. Hey, Gunn. Is something weird going on? … Charles, you just peed on my shoes. Gunn: I'll be damned. That's weird.
'Life of the Party'
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.
Pix - Mar 23, 2006 11:24:14 pm PST #5165 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
billytea - Mar 23, 2006 11:28:37 pm PST #5166 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.
Hiya! i was out with a friend and just got home. That probably doesn't bode well for the morning, huh?
Nope! You're in big trouble, Missy!
billytea - Mar 23, 2006 11:32:08 pm PST #5167 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.
Huh. They just tried to turn all the lights off here. Are they trying to tell me something?
billytea - Mar 23, 2006 11:42:48 pm PST #5168 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.
And no one here is answering me. Are you all trying to tell me something?
Ok, for my own amusement, I'm thinking of changing my tagline (currently: "I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see." What does this mean? A men's loo in a train station? Prince Charles' homemade porn collection? Count Arcturo's secret plans for world domination?) I've collected some contenders, presented below. Do people have a preference?
From coast to coast, America is waking up to the magic of mole rats!
I like the term 'smudge pot'. I may name a child Smudgepot. Won't its parents be surprised!
My internal dialogue has started making obscene gestures when it thinks I'm not looking, and I'm pretty sure it's started hoarding tin foil. I'd take away its bucket, but I have to live in this head too.
Ok, so putting on my Pollyanna hat for a moment. (No, it really is. I had it made from her skin.)
Where once I called it 'keeping my thoughts to myself', from now on it will be known as 'whitefonting my head'.
My War of the Worlds CD has arrived. Testify! Can I get an ULLA?
I've realised why there are so few lisping singers. "Thong for Guy". "This is my thong, for the asking". "I'll have to say I love you, in a thong".
Spidra Webster - Mar 23, 2006 11:53:52 pm PST #5169 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
So many good ones, bt. I can't choose!
Anne W. - Mar 24, 2006 1:31:25 am PST #5170 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
My War of the Worlds CD has arrived. Testify! Can I get an ULLA?
They're all funny, but this got the biggest laugh.
billytea - Mar 24, 2006 2:05:36 am PST #5171 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.
Anne wins!
Anne W. - Mar 24, 2006 2:11:29 am PST #5172 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Really? What do I get?
billytea - Mar 24, 2006 2:29:34 am PST #5173 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.
The adulation of your peers! And maybe a set of steak knives. Though probably not.
Anne W. - Mar 24, 2006 2:40:21 am PST #5174 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Yay!