Jayne ,'The Train Job'
[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.
I'm fond of Jack McCoy, but I'd prefer Dr. Skoda. I have a voice thing.
Like erikaj I wouldn't kick Dr. House out of bed either. However, I think I've figured out the best way to handle the Wilson issue: threesome. Everybody's happy and every body's happy.
It is totally craxy. And don't tell anyone, but....
I'm not praying!
But he IS wearing a salmon on his head.
It's more of a trout.
It's more of a trout.
Now that's just fucked up.
But he IS wearing a salmon on his head.
It's more of a trout.
Now that's just fucked up.
Inevitably....I'm wearing a salmon on my head right now, AIFG!!!!
Also...
It's more of a trout.
So it's some sort of replica?
no fish and no bra... am I even allowed here anymore?
Bra report: Pink. Pastel pink. The softest, palest, babiest, most Easter egg pastel pink thing I have ever owned in my life. It seriously clashes with my pale-yet-olive skin tone, but I am at peace with this because it FITS, and it may be the wrong color but at least it's the wrong color with lace, and not the wrong color and depressingly industrial.
Happy birthday, Mr. Sparky!
All those dresses and corset skirts and pirate coats and all the rest of it look utterly amazing, and the Bitches will be truly resplendent in all of it. I'm being too stern with my own budget to even consider any of it, drat the thing. I'll have to content myself with thoughts of the F2F shirt I ordered yesterday, though it's just not quite the same. There's no way to fit a crinoline under even an XXL Cafepress shirt.
Tep playing hooky from Nat'l Prayer Day is cracking me up.
I should code invoices, hand them over for signing, and file.
I don't feel like doing either.