cracks open new packet of chocolate digestives.
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.
Plain or Milk? Now to find out which side of the digestive-divide you stand on.
My tatoo is itchy.
I want to scratch it.
plain
...milk.
But plain for Hobnobs.
I want to scratch it.
YOU MUST NOT SCRATCH. YOU MUST CHILL.
WANT TO SCRATCH!
Ooh, sorry Fay, I'm with ita on this one. Oh the horrors! The Montagues and Capulets have nothing on the digestive-divide.
Though your plea for clemency with the Hob-Nobs might save you from me getting all Tybalt on yo' ass.
WANT TO SCRATCH!
DO.NOT.SCRATCH.
whimpers
Fine. I'll put more lotion on it.
Of course, now that I watch GA, I'm terrified of it becoming infected and DYING.