My undies: plain white cotton on both ends.
My sammich: chunky peanut butter on multi-grain bread with a layer of Lindt Excellence 85% cocoa Chocolate.
That makes up for the undies.
Giles, if you would like to get by in American society, then you are going to have to follow our traditions. You're the patriarch. You have to host the festivities, or it's all meaningless.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
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.
WindSparrow - May 04, 2006 10:38:24 am PDT #2642 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Amy - May 04, 2006 10:42:08 am PDT #2643 of 10002
Because books.
Well, unless I'm running around the house in bloomers and a baby-tee
But...but...then there's *bloomers*! swoons
billytea - May 04, 2006 10:44:00 am PDT #2644 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Schmoopy is good. Never apologize for being schmoopy about anything.
Except maybe my brothers. Schmoop over my brothers might warrant an apology. And possibly an exorcism.
erikaj - May 04, 2006 10:58:04 am PDT #2645 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Today, Karl? Uh huh. Someday, want to "counterprogram" one of those God Squad dealies, and read Blake, and Whitman, and Colette...Karl Marx, whatever, for as long as they read the Bible. Just because I'm a pain in the ass, and because I might get to say "nipple" in public.
billytea - May 04, 2006 11:11:08 am PDT #2646 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Just because I'm a pain in the ass, and because I might get to say "nipple" in public.
Good news! That's now the primary job requirement to deliver the keynote address at the White House Correspondents Association dinner!
vw bug - May 04, 2006 11:17:04 am PDT #2647 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
I'm on the phone with my little brother. He's stressing because he just turned 25! 25!!!!!!!!!! Silly young un'!
sj - May 04, 2006 11:19:51 am PDT #2648 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
No bra yet for me today. I should change that soon. Instead I am looking at bras and panties online. My older bras don't fit me thanks to some weight gain. I was measured before my job at VS ended, and I bought a couple of bras at the size they measured me at before I left. They seem to fit well except the underwire hurts under my armpits, which never happened to me before.
WindSparrow - May 04, 2006 11:24:16 am PDT #2649 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
He's stressing because he just turned 25! 25!!!!!!!!!! Silly young un'!
I remember being exceptionally freaked out at the age of 27 because it never occurred to me that I would live that long - that would be remnants of my teenage rebellion-by-suicide phase. Or perhaps a martyr complex which was particularly literal, as fed by the Jim Eliot mythos. But not Methos. Mmmm, Methos Either way, it was freaky to be that old, not because it was particularly old, but because it was so unexpected.
Toddson - May 04, 2006 11:33:24 am PDT #2650 of 10002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
My underwear is teminally boring. And my little sister just turned 50.
vw bug - May 04, 2006 11:33:54 am PDT #2651 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
And my little sister just turned 50.
Is she freaking out?
ETA: Also, he didn't know what "jump the shark" meant.