'The Killer In Me'
[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.
Now you just need to teleport up here ...
I even look all Ass-Kicky today! My favorite Rusty-esque balck shirt, short grey skirt, tall black boots.... Truly, I am an ass-kicking sight to behold.
(I kind of feel like Faye in this comic today. Please to ignore.)
Wish I could teleport up there and go bowling with y'all, though. That'd be fun.
Wish I could teleport up there and go bowling with y'all, though. That'd be fun.
Oh, that would be oodles of fun! Again, why don't I have a teleportation device?
Fuck fuck fuck. I just hit "reply to" instead of "forward" when commenting to my minion about an email. Good thing I was actually complimenting the original emailer. Still damn embarrassing.
Again, why don't I have a teleportation device?
Not sure, but I think MM is to blame. Again. Or possibly the ferrets.
They're in cahoots.
Not sure, but I think MM is to blame. Again. Or possibly the ferrets.
Definitely blame MM. It may not be correct but it's funnier.
Dear Assorted Guys I Walked Past on My Way to and From the Cafeteria...
... the nice goth-girl's husband is willing to be prowling 30 feet behind her in his car. He will be happy to mount the curb and squash the lecherous grin from your over-entitled faces.
Cos. Humph.
The nice goth-girl's husband is willing to be prowling 30 feet behind her in his car.
Awwww. But you can't get the car near the cafeteria or the walkways & stairs leading to & from it.
you can't get the car near the cafeteria or the walkways & stairs leading to & from it.
Maybe not stealthily...
Two words: Air Drop.
Please god will somebody make this seventy-five hour day end already? Won't somebody think of the children me?