My bra is blue. The girls are Democrats, too. In re House: Sometimes it's kinda gross in a CSI way, but it's a good show. And yes, very often "snarky, from the Greek for butthead," and sometimes the actual resolutions to the cases are almost beside the point, but it's still good. Sometimes there is real suspense, which will be enhanced by not watching them all in one big binge... And "Three Stories" which I've not seen anything like, ever. Because you really *do* laugh and cry, sometimes about the same thing.
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.
Because you really *do* laugh and cry, sometimes about the same thing.
You're talking about the Carmen Electra cameo, aren't you?
Y'know, I used to go out/hang out with a guy who asked me what color my underwear were everytime we talked (Stemmed from a pervert call I got at work, but he turned it into our little joke and ran with it from there), and I was wondering whether all the 'Ffista boys are enjoying this new trend as much as Doug would have. Is it at least as interesting as lunch talk?
"I still say we nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."
HEY! No nuking ChiKat's cooter. From orbit or otherwise.
No nuking ChiKat's cooter.
Runs to Cafe Press and makes bumper sticker and t-shirt.
Oh, dear.
I for one welcome our new gothic lolita overlords, and hope the prom reflects this trend.
Excellent! Lace ruffles and petticoats for everyone!
We're all reporting about our underthings? O-kay. A black lace demi-cup bra, black lace boyshorts, micro-weave fishnet tights and a pink petticoat. In other words, the usual.
My unmentionables are so boring today that they shall remain unmentioned.
...and suddenly I remember when I first found the Buffistas, over on WorldCrossing, where there were the cute little avatar things, and they all looked like regular people, and then there was this magnificent one that looked like some kind of queen from a movie I'd love to watch, and it turned out that this was Jilli in everyday Jilliwear.
I don't think that the sense of awe has ever truly left me...