I can never look Hec in the eye again.
That's not where I keep my vigorous sperm.
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I can never look Hec in the eye again.
That's not where I keep my vigorous sperm.
I can never look Hec in the eye again.
That's not where I keep my vigorous sperm.
I'm a *lady,* you scapegrace! I don't stare at men's cocks!
Often.
Awwww...the sad 8 Simple Rules is on.
That's not where I keep my vigorous sperm.
If you did that would be some pretty impressive distance for a man your age...
(actually, I have no idea if that's true or not -- but I suspect boys test these things)
Tep, you owe me for a laptop monitor cleaning, and my boss (who is fortunately very understanding) an explanation for why I just snarfed tea out my nose in the middle of a meeting. I hope you're proud.
Best congrats message from a non-Buffista friend:
Great googlymoogly!
So what you're trying to say is your body playing host to an alien creature that in six months time, sated by the nutrients it has leeched from your bones and blood, will spring forth from deep within you demanding round the clock maids, chauffeurs, and cooks (and possibly a pony)?
That's the best news EVER!
I'm also realizing how desperately I need a onesie that says PERFECTLY NORMAL HUMAN WORM-BABY.
Does your non-B friend have children? Or even know any? Because... possibly?!?!?! a pony?
(Also not really here due to workload...) Congrats to Hec & JZ!
Weeee! Back to the stooooopid painting...
I'm also realizing how desperately I need a onesie that says PERFECTLY NORMAL HUMAN WORM-BABY.
Dude, *you're* the one who made the Wolfram & Hart onesie with naught but a bleach pen...
amych, I haven't universally announced the girlitude, or else the non-B friend would know the pony was a definite. At this point, as far as she knows, it's possibly a pony, possibly a puggle. Or a penguin, or whatever the kids are into nowadays.