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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.
Emmett kept yelling at him every time he came on the screen: "You traitor!"
Possibly the most cheering part of the game (aside from striking A-Rod out) was the group of fans on one of the upper tiers who had unfurled a giant banner that read ET TU, DAMON?
eta: Horrid cross-post. I'm so sorry, Suzi. It just sucks to be all fighty and cry-y at work. If I worked on the other side of the Bay I'd sweep in and take you to lunch right now.
ugh, Suzi. I'm sorry.
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Wanna go eat at Maykadeh?
so sorry this day is so bad Suzi
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Oooooh, juliana. I would so love to see you and have fantastic Persian food.
Once I leave work today, I need to go get my blood drawn, check on my mom, work on "the great bedroom reshuffle", do MY homework, make dinner, and hopefully find a place that can fix my shoulder. I am calling around, but have not had any luck yet.
Ugh, Suzi, that's a lot. Calm-ma and deal-ma.
Perkins - that spa looks fantastic, but the prices are a touch more than I have right now. Plus the drive time would not work for today/tomorrow.
One day it would be nice to have a spa day there and play.
Ok - have walked around and hit the med cabinet for some ibuprofin (thanks sj). Sorry for the fussing. Didn't mean to kill the bitches.
Thanks for your kind thoughts and support. I'm utterly embarassed now.