I'm not safe! I bite!
Grr. Woof.
'Same Time, Same Place'
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I'm not safe! I bite!
Grr. Woof.
Oh, I wanted to second cass (and anybody else) on the self-defense/Martial Arts gig. I only got to Blue Belt in Karate and Yellow Sash in Kung Fu (and am currently adrift in a sea of possibilities for what's next). I am under no delusions that I'm terribly formidable. I'm sure ita could damage me with a hard look. But. I walk with more confidence, I feel more powerful. And though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have time to do "Form 1" (or whatever) on any assailant, I'm also pretty sure that I have the tools to get myself out of trouble in some fashion.
Plus, it was pretty good for toning. IJS.
Mebbe.
You gotta!
I'm not safe! I bite!
Heh. That's so much more ferocious than, "I impale my ass by sitting on knives!"
I think it's time to stop crafting.It's time to take a break from the crafting, vw. Stay and play with us if you'd like...
This just may be tricky...I was going to make a phone exception for you, Epic. So long as you don't tell my mother with whom I am happily communicating with via email for the past few days.
And thanks for the self defense / Marital Martial Arts rec.
[Sheesh. That was an interesting typo.]
That's so much more ferocious than, "I impale my ass by sitting on knives!"
Damn, that story always comes back to bite me in the....
Oh, dear.
I was going to make a phone exception for you, Epic.
I feel so special (and not in the short-bus way!)
So long as you don't tell my mother with whom I am happily communicating with via email for the past few days.
Mum's the word! Er, to your Mum.
[Sheesh. That was an interesting typo.]
Indeed. If you find that particular Studio before you leave SD, I'd like the address. Ta ever so.
I think a lot of us are pretty glad we aren't who we were at 17 anymore.
Dude. There was this testosterone fog that lifted around 23 or so. The world was so much bigger after that went away. 17 was pretty hellish, what with the serious case of cranial-anal inversion. And yet, I know people who tolerated me even then.
That's so much more ferocious than, "I impale my ass by sitting on knives!"
There is a certain intimidation factor to that phrase, said loudly and brightly enough.
And thanks for the self defense / Marital Martial Arts rec.
[Sheesh. That was an interesting typo.]
Interestingly, a fairly common one. [insert ellipsis here]
JOHN!!! How are you, love??
Hi Empress!
I'm good. Surfing the winter blahs, but okay. How are things with you? I see from the recent photos that your punkin is as adorable as ever.
Indeed. If you find that particular Studio before you leave SD, I'd like the address. Ta ever so.Even given how badly I failed in the coursework?
Interestingly, a fairly common one.And to think you said you'd marry me...