Oh, I'll still be here all night, not to worry. But thanks for the good wishes, y'all!
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
::retracts the voyage bonnness::
I just did my taxes, and I am getting a good sized return, whee! But I always think that my refund is going to be a few hundred more than it always ends up being, so I am inevitably a bit disappointed at first.
I know have this weird earworm fom Anything Goes:
Bon Voyage
You mean Bon Voyage
I have to say goodbye sweetheart
iBy the Seashoe
You mean Sur la Plage
We'll sit and watch the sea
And share a spot of tea
Sean is dead to me. I lurve Shamrock shakes.
Would your hips be pressed together?
Maybe occasionally, for the frisson of it, but mostly it would the the charming grins and twinkle in the eye and smooveness.
Also, does your husband lurk here?
Nope.
Maybe occasionally, for the frisson of it, but mostly it would the the charming grins and twinkle in the eye and smooveness.
Paroxysms of lust aside, he seems like a man that would lead with his hips as often as his hand. Just for the frisson of it.
Unrelated: Uni pee.
Sean is dead to me. I lurve Shamrock shakes.
Blech. All yours, ChiKat.
Also? My whole floor smells like salmon. I hate salmon. Peew.
ita gives me an opening for a rant I've been meaning to go on for some time: I hate squatting, and I hate squatters! THEY are the reason toilet seats are nasty! If everyone put their THIGHS on the seat, and their pee in the BOWL, the seat would be clean. My thighs are not nasty. Unlike your pee, which I am always having to CLEAN UP OFF THE SEAT. Makes me nuts.