I need $6 Million.
You might want to consider one of these, a steal at $100,000.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
[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.
Have a martini, Hec.
I have scared Toto, though. He won't come near me and keeps barking at me.
She's barking at the thing on your head, not you.
Or, if it is you, she's saying "VW! There's a THING ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!"
And if possible, charge it to the company.
Poor Toto! Dogs can get so freaked out by new, unusual things.
Hec, have a great lunch (if possible).
"VW! There's a THING ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!"
Bwah! That must be it.
Part of the gauze is actually under my chin, and it itches. And thus begins the three days of complaining.
And thus begins the three days of complaining.
We should ritualize it.
We lean to the left and drink or all say "so mote it be" or something.
I can help Cashmere stash the bodies...we haven't hung out in...like a year. If anyone asks, this f2f includes a Homicide RPG, ok? We'll just mutter something about Buffy and hobbits. Cops hate that shit.
erika's just the friend you want around in case of justifiable homicide.
Aw, shucks. Although I am probably one of the few Buffistas to ever consider Too Much Candy in light of a gigantic forensic challenge. Not to mention all the out of towners and funny costumes. Oh, and people hanging out together that may or may not know each other's real names... somebody's gonna write Death at DragonCon and make a jillion dollars, aren't they?