ps, every day is Garlic Day.
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
You silly kids.
YAY! Everyone is joining me in the Cranky Club!
I got spam yesterday from someone "named" Trouble F. Grumpiness.
My co-workers all agreed that if I write a book, that should be my nom de plume.
I got spam yesterday from someone "named" Trouble F. Grumpiness.
If it was offering you Christian debt-reduction and Levitra, that was me...
Why will this new office NOT OFFER ME A JOB ALREADY? I mean, really. I've met with them enough for everyone to know how much I rock! What more do they want?
OMG so tired.
If it was offering you Christian debt-reduction and Levitra, that was me...
I thought I *told* you, the Rastafarians have taken care of my money problems, and I have NO trouble getting wood.
Damned spammers.
Everyone is joining me in the Cranky Club!
Are there club jackets? I'm so totally in!
There shouldn't be jackets. There should be a comfy sweat suit, a quart of ice cream, a couch, blanket, and DVDs of our favorite TV shows.
No, love. PANTS. We wear Cranky PANTS.
Whoever called anyone a Cranky Jacket?
I got spam yesterday from someone "named" Trouble F. Grumpiness.
Now I'm totally dying to know which emotions Trouble chucked and married.
Whoever called anyone a Cranky Jacket?
It can be our new phrase!