My plans for the weekend include going to the park. In fact, include may not be the right word, since my plans start and finish right there.
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.
I'm sorry, vw. I hope someone at your school can clear up the mess for you.
This weekend I'm cleaning, and possibly putting some plants on my back deck. Sunday I'll be catching a matinée of Slither.
How, exactly, do you make a cat authentically Civil War-period?
Dye it blue or gray? Maybe both.
Remember you only burn your cat if it weighs the same as a duck.
Vortex niece SO cute. Also, there is a HOTTIE in a Rugby t-shirt. Hubba!
Do the gray and the blue cats reenact the Battle at Gettysburg?
Do the gray and the blue cats reenact the Battle at Gettysburg?
Vicksburg, with cats it's always Vicksburg.
Fuck...just bought the bra and the wire's already making a break for freedom...it's a pretty bra except for armpit-pokage.
It's almost 2, vw. Why don't you eat lunch, then change the batteries and nap in peace.
Poor Leif. Poor Leif's parents.
It was impossible to keep one of my cats in a carrier in the car. She hated carriers with a passion and would manage to stick her head through the tiniest openings. Then she'd be stuck and I'd be trying to drive while the cat was going "Ggggh. Choke. Gggh." A leash tied to the doorknob worked okay, but I eventually just threw her in the car. She'd generally curl up on the floor, but sometimes would stand on the seat and watch the world go by. Every once in a while, I'd have to kick her out from under the accelerator.
Vicksburg, with cats it's always Vicksburg.
Damned cats.
lso, there is a HOTTIE in a Rugby t-shirt. Hubba!
hey, now, that's my brother! He is asexual! :)