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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.


vw bug - May 05, 2006 6:49:01 am PDT #2813 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

Scott, the kids, my mother and I will be over about 2ish on Mother's Day. 'kay?

Perfect! There will be SO MUCH FOOD!

Actually, I want to invite my friend Allison and her son, George. But, my house is SO not 1-year-old proofed. I'd be afraid of him getting hurt, or almost worse, Allison chasing him for the entire time and not being able to enjoy herself. (Oh...and the reason I want to invite her is her husband, the doctor, has to work on her first mother's day. It makes me all sad.)


§ ita § - May 05, 2006 6:49:42 am PDT #2814 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I won't spend $16 a pound on anything that's not jewelry. Or caviar.

I think I've seen Blue Mountain coffee go for that price. Which is why I get my mother to buy it in Jamaica and send it with friends.


Lee - May 05, 2006 6:50:56 am PDT #2815 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I don't have a packing list for the F2F, but that's mostly because I'll be going home every day.

Love that shirt, VW.

Suzi, you know what's really good for sore throats? Spicy crab dishes, followed by honey ginger tea.


Jars - May 05, 2006 6:52:12 am PDT #2816 of 10002

I use a meat thermometer to make sure it's still red and raw and dripping.

Ah. I've never heard of anyone using it for this before. The only people I've seen using them are in restaurants and stuff where they overcook because they don't want to get sued. I usually just poke it, much like Jessica.


vw bug - May 05, 2006 6:53:05 am PDT #2817 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

Ok. I'm off to buy out the grocery store. Don't have too much fun while I'm gone.


§ ita § - May 05, 2006 6:56:30 am PDT #2818 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

There's a Samuel L Jackson version too--it seems a shame it doesn't have the word "motherfucking" on it.

eta: Would "get your motherfucking hands off my motherfucking tits" be too much?


Aims - May 05, 2006 7:00:33 am PDT #2819 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

You realize now you're vying with Cindy and Aimee for Name Flake Queen.

Hey! Not that I mind the company but, still. HEY!


ChiKat - May 05, 2006 7:02:46 am PDT #2820 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

GRRRR!!!!!! My minion is driving me nuts. For some reason, all common sense has left her head. She keeps asking me about things I don't know anything about. Does she go to the other minion who does know about it? NO. Why? "I don't want to keep running to him every time I have a question." Well, why the hell not? You keep running to me and I have to research the answers just like you would. Why not got to Other!Minion and ask him? He already did the f*ing research.


Aims - May 05, 2006 7:03:43 am PDT #2821 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Secret message to XanderCindyRella: Trioka. Reminds of my days working at Cedar Point.STOP. Must get better ninjas to kick the asses of those that mock the name changes. STOP. Make note to contact ita.


Amy - May 05, 2006 7:07:16 am PDT #2822 of 10002
Because books.

Aw, Cindy and Hec are making me blush.

My pixie cut, Hec, is less pixie and more a typical short, mom-ish cut, or at least that's what I think now. (It is *really* short, but it's somehow not as hip as I'd like.) Which is my fault, since I only paid the prince(ss)ly sum of $14 for it at the local walk-in place.

And Cindy, you know I'm going to show up on your doorstep one day, don't you? With cake and cigarettes, of course. In a totally non-stalkerish way, though. looks innocent

Good luck storming the castle grocery store, vw!